Putting the pieces together + Indigenous Peoples’ Day

You may have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet again the last few weeks.

The reason is that I’ve started two courses, and they are both taking up a lot of energy (like, a lot). The first is a postgraduate course in community development; the second is a course applying the four skills of person-centred counselling to all relationships.

At the same time, I’m working on an idea for the future, nurturing it, building it. It’s about business, and capitalism, and how they’re not the same thing, and how we can create the world we want.

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The country diary of a queer, anarchist witch: robin and wren

I’m currently sitting in front of a window that goes all the way to floor level. As usual, every now and again as I’m sitting here, birds come up close to the window, trying to get into the space they can see through the glass, or sit on the fence a few yards away, looking in sceptically.

Just now, a wren came along, flying low to the ground, and hopping every now and again, along the length of the window, sitting on the window ledge for a moment before flying off.

The birds in these parts are incredibly large, compared to other places I’ve lived. It’s bound, in part, to be the fluffing up of feathers against the chill of the wind, but even taking that into account, we have some beefy birdies. I’ve always put the rest of it down to the sheer quantity of insects available for them to eat over the summer.

(To which I say, eat away, little birds, eat away! The fewer midges to bother me the better.)

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My grandfather’s story

My grandfather, Władislaw Zbegniew Prędota, was born in the tiny village of Bilcza, in southern Poland, on 18th October, 1921. He didn’t complete school, but did join the Aviation School in Bydgoszcz in his teens. It was during a leave of absence for sickness that German forces invaded Poland.

What comes next is an incredible story of fortitude, persistence, and sheer bloody-mindedness.

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This is what it looks like when I take on too much

So, I haven’t been over here at Patreon for a couple of weeks, and I feel really bad about that.

The picture above is my studio/office/indoor temple, and — as within, so without — my mind and focus are in a similar state. I have realised over the past couple of days that I have taken on WAY too much for the coming year, this autumn in particular, and I need to pare back.

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The country diary of a queer, anarchist witch: gathering meadowsweet

Today has been my first day back in the swing of everyday life since teaching at Witchcamp in Shropshire. It’s mostly been made up of unpacking and laundry, but I did make the opportunity to gather some meadowsweet while it’s in bloom.

A meadowsweet plant seeded itself in my berry bush bed last year, and I’ve let it stay there, as an easy access source of flowers and leaves. (Otherwise I have to wander into soggy hillsides and past Roman nettles.) I went out to gather some this afternoon, in clear sunshine. Of course, as soon as I started picking it started raining; however, that’s a complaint / contemplation for another day.

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