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Travel
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The One That’s all About the Space Heater
I dragged myself out of bed this morning and ran 6K on a sore ankle. The marathon is in 11 weeks. At this point, I really need my mind and body to make friends. Although right now, in the bibliotekette, with the space heater blowing on my ankle, the rosemary oil burning, and the red…
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Like Eavesdropping on Birds
Like listening to the birds in the park without trying to identify the calls of the individual species. There’s something rather meditative about that, about not putting things in boxes, not categorising, not judging. Just sitting in a teeming civilisation of birds – or humanity – and listening to the music. And then dancing on…
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The Push & Pull of a Place of Safety
Being busy, being occupied with the ordering of things gives me an illusion of control. Once that flurry of activity is over, the illusion is broken. I feel vulnerable. I think that is why, content as a I am in so many ways, I have flashes of envy when you share your experiences of arranging…
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From 0 to 46.195 in 18 weeks.
I need goals. It is how I operate. External deadlines. This time, I bought myself some new trainers, and have booked tickets to Newcastle for the weekend of the 25th of February. I am going to run the Northumberland Trail Marathon. This will be my second marathon. My first trail race. E. is training with…
