I'm glad that my daughter and I have resurrected our living room discos. When I was pregnant with her brother, we stopped. And for a long while afterwards we didn't do it. But over the past few months, even as my mood has gradually darkened, we've been dancing again. And tonight, I dance with sweet abandon. The physicality is all. My very being craves it. And afterward, I feel replenished, nourished, and full of love.
[Feature image description: close-up view of the trunk of a Weeping Willow tree, viewed from behind the metal railings of a bridge, diagonally leading away from the bottom left to the top right of the image. The tree is resplendent with masses of bright green leaves hanging downwards. Behind the tree and its branches, a … Continue reading The same crap, on top of everything different
It's been one of those dazzlingly sunny spring days. The kind that I value far more than the summer days we Brits tend to experience (which I find veer far too alarmingly between overly hot and disappointingly cold and wet). And I've been tired out by an exhausting term at work, and successive nights of … Continue reading A thing I really miss.
I've been a little short on spoons over the past few weeks. Once the working day is over, and my children have got as much out of me as they need, my brain hasn't had sufficient processing power for me to blog, and I've struggled, even, with many everyday tasks. I'm all used up. I now feel … Continue reading The importance of self-care
[Author's note, 27 September 2017: looking at this post over a year on since writing it, and I HATE some aspects of it. I HATE the term "differently abled'. I'm disabled. And I'm happy with that. I leave it up as is, because this was my perspective at the time.] It's coming up to a … Continue reading Positively differently abled…
There are often times when I envy my daughter and other children her age. Autism or no autism, it's not considered socially unacceptable for a preschooler to spend a lot of time dancing and twirling around, even in public. If I could, I would probably spend most of my time dancing. I don't really mean … Continue reading It’s no good. Start the dance.