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Winter is coming

Fri, 30 Aug 2013 09:11:08 GMT

Winter Begins

Sat 4 - 11 Jan - stay in a castle in Perthshire with friends for a post-new year celebration of tea, beer, walks, fires, whisky, games, and talk.

Back to Mull after that, after almost a month off, possibly…

Another holiday - a long train journey with some books to Italy or Greece and back, stopping where I find the sun. Writing letters and notes to myself. Musings and wondering. Alone? With a friend? Meeting people?

A lot of bed time.

Watching shite television and wondering what the point of it all is. Feeling ashamed and worried about the future. Doom impended. No way out. Go back to bed. [Keep bring seaweed up to Celia & Philip's croft; Keep the fish and chips and pizza nights going, somehow; climb a mountain; call a friend; let myself cry; more bed time.]

Wonder at going to the doctor, increasing dose of cod liver oil. Stay away from people. Try and be around people. Run back to bed. Hate myself and bed and wish I didn't need to be there. Wish I didn't want to be there. Watch all of Game of Thrones in one sitting. Eat the entire supply of Chocolate Tree goodies. Feel sick. Go to bed. Can't sleep. What's the point. Sleep in until 6pm. Feel bad so watch crap film to feel better. Feel worse. Realise I've not drunk any alcohol for two months, or listened to music, or laughed. Call Tashy who encourages me to write a list and to go for a walk. Call Pete who tells me to read the letter I sent him. Call Mum who tells me to just come home. Call Becky but she can't listen to me anymore. Email you but not have any words, and feel stupid.

What is the point in boe, the ceilidh collective is finished. Bunessan Bakehouse is another joke and RoME preposterous. I'm a non-starter. A layabout, just talks and does doing. Now can't even talk.

Go for a cycle but get off after three minutes and cry.

Why am I here. What am I doing? Why the hell is it exactly the same as last year. Why the fuck can't I Fuck It, and walk away. Shrug my shoulders. Leave the black dog to go bark at trees or go for a swim instead of constantly pulling me down. Why is it so strong, so big and mighty. Bastard.

Days, weeks and months go by. My room is horrible. What's the point of tidying. What is the point of trying. I still do the seaweed runs. I still fry fish, I still form the dough. But why? My savings from the summer are running low.

Low, low, low.

Then a visit from a friend. I make a cup a tea. Find myself sitting down. Interested in what she's saying. Like the way she explains, has opinion.

I wake up early the next day and find myself making another cup of tea. In a Mich cup. It tastes, well, it tastes good. I can't believe it and see a light, a reflection in the window. I stare at the reflection and see outside. Nothing is stirring.

But I am.

Conversations

Fri, 21 Jun 2013 06:07:15 GMT

Independence? What does it really mean? Where is Scotland going? Will it allow Scotland to express herself as a more progressive country? A socially, economically and environmentally just country, with a more inclusive and welcoming nature, proud, humble and peace-loving? Or is it better for all of us to remain together, part of a strong and internally war-free 300 year political, social and economic union with England; a union that has served Scotland well for centuries? It is the choice of all of us who live in Scotland in September 2014.

How many of us feel informed enough to know how to make an educated cross on a slip of paper? Lets do away with any sense of petty nationalism (on both sides) and focus on what kind of country we want post-referendum, whichever way we decide to vote as a country.

It feels like this is a ripe time to evaluate what really matters in life. What kind of country we can pass down to our next generations? I believe we need humility, courage, openness, and commitment to work together. I believe we need to talk about what we really want for Scotland; what’s important deep down. I believe we need to know how we can best support, encourage and empower all those who are defranchised and marginalised in our society.

Let us walk forward, and talk. The campaigning is far too soon for people to align themselves with NO and YES camps. I believe most of us don’t yet know what we are voting for.

Its time for conversations, let the campaigning wait… #conversations

Butterfly mind

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 08:35:31 GMT

According to Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things, by Lafcadio Hearn, a butterfly was seen in Japan as the personification of a person's soul; whether they be living, dying, or already dead. One Japanese superstition says that if a butterfly enters your guestroom and perches behind the bamboo screen, the person whom you most love is coming to see you.

The Russian word for "butterfly", бабочка (bábochka), also means "bow tie". It is a diminutive of "baba" or "babka" (= "woman, grandmother, cake"), whence also "babushka" = "grandmother".

The ancient Greek word for "butterfly" is ψυχή (psȳchē), which primarily means "soul" or "mind".[51]

According to Mircea Eliade's Encyclopedia of Religion, some of the Nagas of Manipur trace their ancestry from a butterfly.[52]

Butterfly and Chinese wisteria flowers, by Xü Xi (c.886–c.975), painted around 970 during the early Song Dynasty.
In Chinese culture, two butterflies flying together symbolize love. Also, Butterfly Lovers is a famous Chinese folktale. The Taoist philosopher, Zhuangzi, once had a dream about being a butterfly that flew without care about humanity; however; when he awoke and realized that it was just a dream, he thought to himself, "Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?"

In some old cultures, butterflies also symbolize rebirth after being inside a cocoon for a period of time.

Jose Rizal delivered a speech in 1884 at a banquet and mentioned "the Oriental chrysalis ... is about to leave its cocoon", comparing the emergence of a "new Philippines" with that of butterfly metamorphosis.[53] He has also often used the butterfly imagery in his poems and other writings to express the Spanish Colonial Filipinos' longing for liberty.[54] Much later, in a letter to Ferdinand Blumentritt, Rizal compared his life in exile to a weary butterfly with sun-burnt wings.[55]

Der Schmetterlingsjäger (The butterfly hunter) by Carl Spitzweg(1840), a depiction from the era of butterfly collection.

Some people say that when a butterfly lands on you it means good luck.[citation needed] However, in Devonshire, people would traditionally rush around to kill the first butterfly of the year that they see, or else face a year of bad luck.[56] Also, in the Philippines, a lingering black butterfly or moth in the house is taken to mean that someone in the family has died or will soon die.[57]

The idiom "butterflies in the stomach" is used to describe a state of nervousness.