Happy New Year with a bookish whirlwind
A wonderful and blessed happy new year to all of you out there looking behind the veil and taking the world for un-granted.
I hope everyone had a beautiful Christmas season and got one or two questions that are still bugging them. It’s for those that we sweat best after all.
I have gotten caught up in the early year rush of things and am a bit behind with my writing, but beware, some nice things are in preparation for further down the road (such as an article on the look of love).
In the meantime let me show you this beautiful jewel that came to me through my twitterfeed. Thank you @serscher.
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1 year
One year ago.
365 days.
52 weeks.
Full of laughter, full of joy. Full of surprises. The biggest one being: we’re actually not too bad at this.
One year which saw me become a mother, lose loved ones in more ways than one, gain new friends, love more, change life, adapt, re-evaluate, overcome and endure.
Thank you, Amélie Rose, for taking me back to the bare essentials. For showing me my center, my strength and my weaknesses.
Thank you for that gorgeous smile of yours and that already blossoming mind which I cannot wait to see explore this world.
Happy birthday, baby girl.
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Flickr, oh Flickr…?
Odd things have been happening to a particular photo of mine from this post here: http://yseult.mediaevaliter.com/2011/08/01/happy-world-breastfeeding-week/
It would suddenly disappear from my Flickr photo feed, then reappear again. It wouldn’t load into my post, but when you’d click on it, you could still see it on Flickr’s page.
Currently my latest Flickr feed plugin shows that the picture is ‘unavailable’ when in the feed it is still viewable.
If this is one of the big clean ups on Flickr as several breastfeeding support groups have seen on Facebook (Petition, and news coverage 2009 and from January 2011), then I am not amused.
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Same procedure as every year
Yes, it’s that time of the year again: A Note to Spouses.
Thank you, Philosophers Anonymous. Thank you. I love you a little more, every year. *wipes tears away*
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Focus. Everything else is unimportant.
I’ve had a couple of rough weeks with projects that simply refuse to become accept the yellow ‘stable’ tag. Other projects that like orphans wait patiently for any kind of attention.
And while the world economy and England mirror this state of concerned array until the folders in the lower drawers start plotting a riot, I am realising that the one thing I am missing is harder to come by than peace…
Focus.
It’s really something that only we can establish. Like peace bringers in a destabilised country or nation, we are the only ones that can organise and prioretise.
But, all said and done, what is focus? The simplest thing of all. Finding what’s important and then take it and run with it.
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Novelties.
How we dare. And when we should.
It’s been a long while since I’ve been writing here. The main reason is the obvious big changes in my life that started with a long move, a new job and a pregnancy last year and has continued with a new way of life with little one, a return to work that challenged me in ways I wouldn’t have thought possible, and a completely new perspective on my philosophical life and views. That’s the first reason: changes that lead to lack of time. Or rather, prioretising that leads to less time for blogging, outreach and communication through social media.
The other reason is that for quite a while since the birth of my daughter, I felt like I didn’t have anything to say about the chosen topic of this blog. It sounds silly in retrospective. Of course I still have a lot to say, and of course my view on the world and the way we apprehend reality has been hugely influenced by all these changes, and not little by the last one: giving birth.
But maybe that’s the most obvious answer to the ‘why’ in the question: why so silent?
Giving birth is huge and it changes you. So fundamentally and so basically that silence is the only way to react to it. That silent marveling at the profound truth and secret understanding that comes with holding your first child in your arms, watching it sleep, hearing it breathe and then see it everyday conquer this world without fear and respite… it’s humbling.
But, as with anything, as intellectuals we see things differently, and maybe, just maybe we also live things differently, and so… after that long while of absence and silence, I’ve come to the conclusion that I will have to write about it. Share how we do it, how we overcome the difficult moments when at 3 in the morning you start losing patience due to lack of sleep, how breastfeeding is a challenge that cannot be won by just wanting it enough or how much fathers really do matter.
Of all of that more, here, in my attic.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone, I am glad to be back.
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