When I sat down to write this morning, my head was planning a very different article. Here’s how it began There’s a sense of steadiness that comes from seeing bluetits pair up, from standing on my doorstep watching them wheel from hazel to lilac. A continuity. There is disquiet too – everything is, as ever much earlier than I am used to and this disquiet need to be addressed but for now, for this second, I am going to enjoy the birds being birds.
There are so many parts of this that had a small voice inside me saying, "me too, me too." I'm going to sit for a bit with the idea of quiet hope. And this: "I’m so blindsided by the fear of virtue signalling so worried that I’m nothing more than a keyboard warrior that the temptation is to do nothing. I would hazard a guess that that is the impact those behind the creation of these phrases and attitudes would like."
You've given me much to think about this morning, and I appreciate it. Your words aren't just disappearing into the ether.
There are so many parts of this that had a small voice inside me saying, "me too, me too." I'm going to sit for a bit with the idea of quiet hope. And this: "I’m so blindsided by the fear of virtue signalling so worried that I’m nothing more than a keyboard warrior that the temptation is to do nothing. I would hazard a guess that that is the impact those behind the creation of these phrases and attitudes would like."
You've given me much to think about this morning, and I appreciate it. Your words aren't just disappearing into the ether.
That means so much Rita. Thank you 🙏
Thanks Jean
Beautiful writing
You write so thoughtfully, Kathryn. Thank you.