Bring on the crowds
I was becoming short with my fellow species in the Before Times, weary of the aggressiveness. But I want to unlearn cautiousness.
I was becoming short with my fellow species in the Before Times, weary of the aggressiveness. But I want to unlearn cautiousness.
It’s an awful hammer blow of a word. The very meaning – no longer needed, superfluous – implies uselessness.
This time in my life is something I have never written about. The humiliation, the mortification, the blindsiding. But I’m addressing it now.
Over the past year I’ve distilled my life in so many ways, flushed it clean — and friendships are one.
Historically, we have demonised the crone. Want her silenced, vanished. She is of no use. But at their most unvalued, these women have been freed.
There are small moments of grace all around us if we stop and take note. They’re a wonder and a balm.
I’m often asked why I’m writing in this particular parish when it doesn’t seem my most natural milieu. Here’s the truth.
In south-west Victoria recently, a small, bright wonder: a huddled bird all the way from Antarctica. Alive, and alone.
The world — including some fragile men — can’t deal with non-meek women. Historically, the ‘bad’ girls are punished. Just look at Naomi Osaka.
Do the owners of the beautiful old buildings threaded through our daily lives have any idea of their magical hold over us?
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