Oíche Samhna, or Haloween, literally means the Night of Samhain, or November. Samhain is the Celtic New Year and also the whole first month of their year. November is traditionally my most-hated month. I even wrote a Blog post about how much I hate it. It’s so cold and dark and depressing and when IContinue reading “On Halloween and November and New Beginnings.”
This morning I woke up (or, rather, was woken up) at 10am. Which is hardly the crack of dawn or anything. And I looked around with dismay at the State of the House and decided to Do Something About It. I got the dishwasher emptied and then pretty much collapsed. Serves me right for tryingContinue reading “I’m not a morning person.”
Cocooned in freshly spun silk. I have turned to sludge. Broken chunks and fragments of my past life. I lie here rearranging my DNA. Absorbing, reabsorbing, reforming. Until this primordial soup is cooked. And I will emerge into the light. Take a good look at these wings. With them, I will soar. I, butterfly.
That’s what my brain tells me anyway. That, really, despite all the talk, nobody actually gives a damn. Social chit chat is all very well. But, really? Really and truly and deeply, you’re on your own. The world mostly consists of what we call in Irish (with a twist of English) “mé féin-ism”. Myself-ism. TheContinue reading “You’re on your own babe.”
Cracked Bubble seems to be a new blog. I know nothing about it or about the author. In fact, it only has two blog posts on it. But they are both gems. About autism, about unschooling, about the sorts of things all that involves. I just love it and can’t wait to read more.