For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
This was going to be a post about snow - prompted by a couple of lines from Sylvia Plath that snagged my flighty attention on Instagram. Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person. - Sylvia Plath But it quickly dawned… Continue reading The Crushing Weight Of January
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
A Wyrd Of Her Own 