Around 10 this morning, I decided to go hiking and photoshooting, so I booked a ticket for a train leaving for 'the hills' at 12:46. I had spent the first half of this week in 'barely functioning' mode after an unusually social Saturday, and I was desperate to restore some 'lust for life' in the… Continue reading The Hills Will Be There Tomorrow
Author: awyrdofherown
The Neurodivergent Creative
Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative
Going Home To Poetry
For a long time, I wrote a poem every day. It was my way of grounding myself; breathing was easier after writing a poem. When, for whatever reason, a day passes when I haven't written a poem, the distress is palpable; I'm a wolf pacing a boundary fence. No matter what's been going on in… Continue reading Going Home To Poetry
Burnout
On the 1st of February, I woke up feeling like I was coming down with flu. Frustrated, I took to my bed for the best part of a week. I slept and wrote when I had the energy. In one of my journal entries, I noted: It's been a relief to slow down, to know… Continue reading Burnout
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 6 – Framed John Kenn Mortensen Illustration
Back in 2013, my youngest brother gifted me Sticky Monsters by John Kenn Mortensen, a brilliant Danish artist who draws monsters on yellow Post-it notes. When I moved to Sweden, I took almost all of my books (something I'd live to regret), including this one. I was forever flicking through it, obsessing over Kenn's meticulous… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 6 – Framed John Kenn Mortensen Illustration
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth
A few years ago, a friend messaged me on Facebook that someone on the site was selling 700 Swedish moose teeth. There wasn't a set price - they were looking for offers - and I think I put forward £120 or something like that. I didn't know exactly what I'd do with hundreds of teeth,… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 5 – Moose Tooth
My Neighbour Put A Plastic Bird Of Prey On The Wall
I'm not doing excellently, but I won't write at length about it because I'm in a neurodivergent burnout and limiting my screen time. Even as I type this, my eyes are doing strange things, and I keep wanting to look away from my laptop. Last night, I booked a train ticket so I could get… Continue reading My Neighbour Put A Plastic Bird Of Prey On The Wall
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 4 – Postcard From Iceland
I sent this postcard to my family in England during the summer of 2011 when I was in Iceland for three months as a conservation volunteer. Somehow, it's ended up back with me and lives on the fridge with a Jólakötturinn magnet made by my friend Giorgia of Litla Keramus. On the back, I wrote… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 4 – Postcard From Iceland
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 3 – A Narwhal Tusk Letter Opener
Some years ago, shortly after I'd released my spoken word album Arctic Fever with Crown of Asteria, I was contacted by an intriguing individual living on Baffin Island called Nafre. He wanted me to know how much he'd enjoyed my poem Beluga and how authentic it felt. It was, and remains to be, one of… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 3 – A Narwhal Tusk Letter Opener
And That Was January 2025
I'm starting February with some mysterious bug which infected me hours after I was boasting to my mum that I rarely get sick. It may be the gods having a laugh, or it might have something to do with the months out of date margarine I slathered on my rye bread. I've been moving into… Continue reading And That Was January 2025
A Wyrd Of Her Own 