This morning I was woken by the blackbird rather than the alarm; how different it feels to wake up with nature and when my body is ready to rather than the usual forcing of wakefulness in line with the social norms that demand we be in work.
I heard someone on the radio the other … Read more
Virginia Woolf wrote ‘A room of one’s own’ (which I must re-read). It is a long essay arguing for the importance of intellectual freedom and financial independence for women. At the time that she wrote, this sentiment, was radical; that one could be in a couple and yet have a room of one’s … Read more
I think I’ve spent a lot of my life disembodied; without my body.
Not that I haven’t had a body of course, just that I think for many years my body was merely the machinery which was used to carry my mind around. The only real time that I noticed my body was to pick … Read more
Today I want to be at the sweat lodge. Today I want to be with my kids. I can’t do both. I’m sitting at home writing this rather than driving to the sweat lodge because I chose family over spirituality. How can mothers combine the two?
I hate the word ‘spirituality’ for all … Read more