Kirstie Sivapalan
Want to know what gratitude feels like? Take away the every day... Take away getting ready for work Take away opening jars, making tea, standing while it brews Take away hats, scarves, sunglasses, flipflops Take away cosy chats, feisty debates, gossiping girls Take away walking, running, cycling, swimming Take away everything you never knew you… Continue reading The formula for Gratitude
Our Modern life is full of Sabre-tooth tigers Warring of clans and poisonous spiders Dirty dank water and cavernous pits Furious fires and razor sharp cliffs Or so our brain thinks, accustomed to caution Hard wired to react, all out of proportion A disease of our time, a shameful admission Anxiety and stress that we… Continue reading Sabre tooth post-truth
Her temper had finally cooled. The pools of molten lava lay without structure or form in her belly. Now she could travel deep within and create. With each thought, each feeling, each dream, new structures took shape. She wondered about whether there were any of her kind out there, she dreamed of love and companionship,… Continue reading Her First Children
I have decided to have a social media cleanse. One morning this week I found myself scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and in a moment of clarity realised that I had no conscious clue how I had got there. I stopped, closed the app and went about my chores for the day seemingly productively distracted.… Continue reading Social Re-Construction
I don't want to be right, I want to be heard I don't want to be good, I want to be helpful I don't want to be left, right or centre, I want to raise everyone up I don't want to be angry, I want people to talk to me I don't want all the… Continue reading Wanting
She is free Once demonised and displaced Her mantle being rebuilt Once strangled and silenced Her roar being released Once patted and preened Her body finding her own grace Once ignored and flattened Her place standing tall and strong Once subjected and bruised Her protection being offered to all Once scared and confused Her spirit… Continue reading Lilith returns to Eve
I drew the Queen of Swords this morning. I was feeling sad and, for some reason, full of shame. As I comtemplated the card I started to write this which encompassed the qualities of the Queen of Swords and has some autobiographical qualities... The Queen of Invisibility What life has she had that she faded… Continue reading Visible and vocal
Enough. Enough, haven't you got enough stuff Haven't you filled that gaping hole inside Haven't you stymied that gnawing lust and pride? Enough. Enough, don't you realise you are just not that tough? Haven't you softened just a little bit Haven't you fed all the demons in your deep, dark pit? Enough. Enough, can't you… Continue reading Enough
Today I am angry, not just mildly displeased or irked but gut wrenchingly, blood boilingly, fist clenchingly, teeth grindingly, word spittingly, ear steaminlgy angry and try having all of those things going on whilst your trying to be articulate. So do I have 5 minutes of your time? Will you indulge this tantrum and […] via… Continue reading Reblog: From a fellow M.E warrior. Listen to her roar!
The day after the UK Referendum in our old shop, Unit 1, something magical happened. We suddenly became very busy but not busy with sales, a different kind of busy as people from the local community came in throughout the day seeking friendship and connection, wanting to share the confusion of emotions they were feeling.… Continue reading It takes a (small) village…
Writing and M.E. 