So many times, the people we blame are in reality the victims of our own behaviour, beliefs or cruelty. The moment blame creeps in sense and reason are lost. via The kids are alright — Unquiet World
There is a pattern here. Climate change – we need to recycle more. Poor people – we need to care more. Homelessness – we need to give more. Kids failing school – parent better. This is a lie. via We didn’t start the fire — Unquiet World
For those who can’t think what to do, here are some ideas on reducing your impact on the climate, and things you might campaign for. via Climate change anxiety and the thought ‘what can I do?’ — Unquiet World
Hi anyone daft enough to still follow me. I keep coming back, drowning in work and life and disappearing. Sorry about that. Anywho, I've moved house a bit | MY NEW HOME 🙂 | and will be reposting stuff from there, rather than using RoS. I recently began research on the climate and it turns... Continue Reading →
When toddler-dults run countries and corporations, and their stumbling idiocy means putting profit before planet – it’s time we ‘children’ recognise that we do not need these ‘adults’ to care for us. via They f* you up, your mum and dad — Unquiet World
In the world of work the message is, "if you work hard, you can make it big."
In the world of therapy the message is, "only you have the answers you need."
In the ideology of spiritual living, "you must find your own way."
Yet in reality - the greatest gift there is in life is connection.
I determined my son would not suffer as I had done. I would wipe out that life. Erase its traces. Elide its wounds. So I scrubbed and scraped and carved, hew from the stubborn rock of years and circumstance until I had crushed, smashed, severed and cleaned all the ills I knew. When he grew... Continue Reading →
Exploring the irony of working for a suicide prevention charity while going through my now annual 'festive depression'. Yeah, I wouldn't read it either...
Having just moved house I have battered my hands all over the place. Poor things, they are now dry and chapped, so much so that my phone no longer recognises my fingerprint and will not unlock. I must use the old-fashioned PIN (I hear you all gasp in horror at this act of technological atavism!).... Continue Reading →