Kirstie Sivapalan
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 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
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's about Time Dear M.E. Ally This blog post is for you, and it's about Time. Time as something finite, something precious and something unequally distributed amongst us, especially pwME. (The abbreviation pwME is a shorthand for people with M.E. used on socials which I will be using here). Settle in as it’s long and… Continue reading Dear M.E. Ally
Addendum: It saddens me that our current government is using "healing" in their language for political gain. Healing is required, yes, but healing that is used for the benefit of a select group is not healing at all, it is ego. We do need to work to support each other, whatever our view, but we… Continue reading Start the healing
The day was still. She felt like time, had frozen, the moment it happened. Nothing mattered anymore; her heart, her blood, her breath would be a constant effort hereon in. Life had stopped, and she with it. She could walk around that Moment and examine it from all its angles – the bed, the face… Continue reading One. Two
It's easy to be full of the Divine when the warmth of the sun dazzles your eyes But when your heart scatters into pieces across the Universe What then of your faith? What then of angels with soft wings? What then of Gods and Goddesses, aspects and effigies - Totems and trinkets that keep us… Continue reading Faithlessful
Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant
Burning brightly, joyously. Solidly. Creating life-force and essential fire, until it falls - Shadow Only glimmers struggle to stay Reminders of what lies behind The shadow sits, weighty and cold Dense and obstinate, refusing to leave It stifles and suppresses its enemy - Light For a while it wins. All that once shone removed Pain.… Continue reading The eclipse
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
Writing and M.E. 