For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
The other day, I woke up almost excited to finally be able to make a doctor's appointment online. Anxiety, chiefly triggered by the diabolical receptionists at the local surgery*, has been putting me off calling at 8.30 am for weeks. To be able to make an appointment without needing to call had me thinking perhaps… Continue reading Toadstool Therapy
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
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
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
Happy New Year, all. I hope 2025 has been kind to you thus far. I wasn't going to write this list because 2024 was mostly really shit. There's much of it that I can hardly even remember, thanks to being catastrophically burnt out and grieving from living with undiagnosed ADHD and Autism for 38 years… Continue reading 100 GOOD THINGS FROM 2024
The day after Boxing Day (which should be renamed Bloodlust Day due to the number of redcoats roughing up the countryside and slaughtering foxes despite the 2004 ban) was foggy. Ordinarily, this weather would have drawn me out with my camera, clothes pulled on over the top of my pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, fast unbroken so… Continue reading An (Almost) Year End Walk
There have been phenomenal highs this week but also excruciating lows. Finnbjörn flew back to Iceland a few days ago (where he was greeted with another eruption AND snow), and I've been mainly feeling off-kilter since. My gut has been causing me woe (it has been, on and off, for years), and intrusive voices have… Continue reading Some Things That Brought Me Joy This Week
A Wyrd Of Her Own 