Joy and Pain. Old and New

We are cooking on gas. And at the same time, I can hear my Dad saying, ‘pride comes before a fall.’ Roots and wings. It feels like no one can touch the centre of that which is being created. Like it’s an energy force that’s now got a life force of its own. The stream is becoming a river. The plant is producing more stems.

All the tender stems are becoming stronger. And stronger together. This small network woven together feels huge. And full of people who are usually second guessing themselves, after feeling like square pegs in round holes in toxic systems that often harm more than they help.
It’s as if that was the training… and now we are ready for the work …

I spent a good hour talking with a really passionate councillor today. Listening to the way she challenges and upholds what matters to people. And challenges the system and the patriarchy. At the end of the conversation, I thought to myself – goodness that’s a really toxic place. It really is time for it to have a kind and compassionate death.