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21/6/2013

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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
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    Robin Naumann

    Now down by the sea in our own house. With Anna and her kids, and Moey, Six Dinner Moey.

    The sea waves crash as I type, the wind howls and daffodils are slowly opening on the windowsill.

    I cycle up the river to work at the top of the hill, where I help other people with the scones, cakes, puddings, soups, loaves and more. We celebrate festivals and teabreaks, developing rhythm and structure through the year and the day. We grow fond and old together.

    The ceilidhs breathe life, and I can't stop turning, burling and spinning to the next one. Not long now to Valentine's.

    I get married in September, when it all steps up a gear. Stepchildren. Long term commitments.

    The pulse of the men, and the steady pace of hope in a world going slowly crazy. Inside feels a little more peaceful, a little more sane, a little, just a little, content.

    The wildness is not far away, however, and so is the pain.

    I'm still here. Me. Robin.
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    Living in Roslin, in a beautiful flat with two wood burners, two minutes from Roslin Glen. I cycle into work, 35 minutes to work. There I help about twenty adults with extra support needs to bake organic cakes, scones, puddings, biscuits and oatcakes. We laugh, joke around, even attempt to sing. We go dancing on Thursday mornings. 

    Back in Edinburgh, the ceilidh collective is growing, and boe is starting to stir again. The men are powerful, family are close by, and love is all around.

    I'm still here, just me, Robin.

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    Working and living on the Ross of Mull, in Fionnphort. Pondering on the sense of it all whilst baking bread at the Bunessan Bakehouse, co-ordinating the Ross of Mull Community Cafe, gardening at Leob Croft and with greenleaves, planning ceilidhs with the ceilidh collective, and trying to come to terms with decades of cyclical clinical depression. A life of flitting from one thing to the next, of starting many things, and finishing quite a few. With highs of event management, and lows of endless bedridden days. A life, say some, of the butterfly mind. Who knows what happens when we flap our wings...

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