Raising Feminists #3
This #worldpoetryday am sharing the work of a little known poet from the North East of England. I think she’s really something.
Sometimes my children come home from school and tell me the Irish they have learned. It’s quite funny having your children learn a language you’ve no knowledge of ( well, a little , I can say thank you but I’ve no idea how to spell it so 🤷🏼♀️) I’ve lived here 16 years , but I’m not Irish. I couldn’t vote here in the referendum last year, and I can’t vote in England either , having been gone so long. I’m an in-betweener, and I feel disconnected from both places in different ways. Home has many meanings and holds many emotions. Newcastle is in my bones and in my heart. But here are my two little Irish children : my heart is here too. How lucky I am to have two homes. All of which is to say, in a slightly over the top manner, Happy St Patrick’s Day.
**Do the thing you’ve always wanted to do.** I’m supposed to be on an Instabreak but I couldn’t do this and not post. I have been wanting to jump into the sea for so long. And today I went down to the forty foot and I did. And it was , literally, exhilarating. I think the big happy head on me says it all.
Beautiful day. Fresh air ✅
You know when you take a million selfies to get the one where you look your most acceptable ....this was the first take ! Blessed. Not sure what that weird strap under my chin is, or those weird lines around my mouth for that matter. #selfieesteemsaturday
“ then something akin to happiness shimmers into view “ . 💗So delighted with this beautiful piece of art from @paulamcgurdyart as part of her ‘ love letters .’ The words on mine come from ‘Manual for Heartache’ by Cathy Rentzenbrink , which I read last summer. I wasn’t heartbroken , romantically speaking , but I was finding things all a bit too much and couldn’t see the wood for the trees. At the end of the book , Cathy writes a letter ( I actually forget to who !) , but I suppose it’s for anyone who feels overwhelmed. It begins ‘ my dear, my dear sometime in the future you are in a bit of a pickle.’ It ends - “Don’t worry about not being happy. Life isn’t supposed to be a non stop ego stroking barrage of treats. If I lower my expectations about what I’m entitled to, if I look for ways to create meaning and purpose for myself and others , then something akin to happiness shimmers into view. “ Thank you @paulamcgurdyart for this visual reminder of those words 💗
We did nothing today. ( We shopped , cleaned, tidied, bathed, baked, talked, read, cooked.) But we did nothing today. Then we went outside this evening to look at the moon. And that was what we did today.
London with my Mam : Newcastle : Repealing : Snow : Starting school : Chimamanda. All years have their highs and lows , these were some of my good points for 2018.
No one is more excited about life than this girl. Long may it last.