Kirstie Sivapalan
I am unsettled today. Disturbed even. The level of intolerance is growing and I find myself asking the question, a common one in what was my HR profession for anyone raising a grievance, what outcome are people looking for? I read a piece on Substack this morning. An article by the journalist Ian Dunt who… Continue reading The Destiny of Intolerance
I wrote a poem and made it into a picture to give it added dimension (no pun intended). It's been a long while since I have managed anything creative. M.E. strips you of everything.Be interesting to see if anyone can spot what is different about the picture though as well as any other thoughts or… Continue reading Stay
Democracy died in the headlinesTruth has been twisted out of existence and we are in the time of stories now So tell your story. Tell it loud and proud for as long as you can.
Ten years ago today I started a blog. I had decided now was the time to follow my long held dream of opening my own crystal shop. As part of that plan I aimed to write and publish a blog post every day for a year about why I wanted to and how I was… Continue reading Ten Years in Time
I write not only for immediate engagment and the comfort of a sense of community, but for the audience of One, who will find words like mine in the future, who will piece together this story of greed and global tragedy for another generation - far from now - to understand. Archeologists of the future,… Continue reading My Historical Record
I really wanted to write a wee mini-roll post today. For a while now I've been thrashing about in the murky seas of Twitter, now the unenigmatic "X", as well as the pristine, sanitised swimming pool that is Zuck's Threads, so it seemed a good time to do an update. Then PEM hit. I mean,… Continue reading Mini-Roll: PEM, plans and the cut-and-paste Press
Time flies, but not, I imagine, if you are an angel. It's been three years since I last wrote an Angel Squad story, a little bit of daftness I dreamt up back in 2019 during the Tory Leadership election. The second one (you might want to read them first for context) was written early in… Continue reading Angel Squad 3: Send in the Doughnuts
Things are looking up. Boris de Piffle Johnson is no longer an MP, his US doppelganger appears to be in deeper water than the Mariana trench and, most importantly, in my world at least, my baseline has shifted back in the right direction. Now, I am not saying those things are related, but I will… Continue reading Mini-Roll:Things can only get…
It was there the last time she looked. But this time - Nothing. Where the hell did it go? Where did it all go? She stared at the moulded plastic thing on the counter: gleefully orange, punctured with rows of neat little holes in and around its curved bottom. Cauliflower? Something like that but not… Continue reading Drained – a short story for M.E. Awareness Week 2023 (5 min read)
There are three days that exist for me between January and April: my husband's birthday, Imbolc (aka St Bridget's day where I do some hippy crystal-meditationy stuff) and my birthday. The rest of the days are just that: REST. If I do get to do anything outside of these days it's a bonus. I have… Continue reading Mini-Roll 2.0 – What a day this year has been
Writing and M.E. 