Did you see or hear, feel that thunder storm last night? Do I mean “sense-ing ” (Sandeep Bakshi)
The rain and bright light, thunder crashing loudly above my bed; woke me at 4am. I read this morning how thunder storms can release pollen, break up the spores and lead to worse asthma and hay fever. It was a Twitter post by Sophie Farooque. Suggesting wearing a mask outside and keeping the windows closed straight after the storm might help anyway here’s a link to what the NHS says about hay fever as we’re in hay fever season. https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/hay-fever/
I’ve woken with a cold sore coming up, perhaps poised to release some more of that toxicity. My body keeping the score. Head and heart disconnected, hopefully writing back into that connection by way of health and healing.
A phone call from cousin, apparently the professional who gave us hope will call back today. Wondering if this is in anyway about the promised improvement in services since that big HSE fine. One can only hope.
I went to a school webinar for parents about motivation. We don’t have a problem with that here. Odd how our daughter started off in the lowest set now holding some of the top marks in her year. Are these independent schools leading the way as was suggested?
I’m reflecting on this my autobiography, methodology of choice. Where does my motivation sit? Performance goals, sometimes but mainly those mastery goals with their intrinsic motivation, probably learnt from ancestors and pushed forward.
Perhaps writing that book, sticking my nose in welcome or not.
Dad was going to write a book the 30p octopus. I have his memoirs. But the memories changed over time and his handwritten notes often illegible. Though he took part in the oral history project at our local university. Perhaps I’ll add a link if or when it rises to the surface.
Last night after a tip off from Dr Chrisomo Kalinga I started to listen to Dr Joy James how blackness has to be larger than life, super human, in America still owned by the state (if a prisoner) how the love of the fixed binary only allows for the rehabilitation of some.
So I reject the black cyborg narrative, search for that new democracy that Dr Joy James speaks of where the black dead can be honoured.
So all that fits nicely with today when later I attend to my need for greater understanding and growth in inclusive language. If this is where I’ll be. I’m sorry for those who I have inadvertently offended with my ableist tones. Today I seek to learn to be better.
Did you see there is a petition doing the rounds. A call for the legal protection for naming “Nurse”. Historically whiteness has done the Naming.
So who gets to say if I am a Nurse? Still paying my fees, still striving to improve health care and information. A Nurse but not a Nurse?
Cancelled? Super human to be human, outcast (Dr Joy James)
I was thinking about where some of my life lessons have come from. How my Mum was in the red cross and how she taught about boiling the dish cloth and opening the windows to let the cool air through, spring cleaning and ironing as public health then later more formal education.
Which trump’s which?
Perhaps I’ll take James Baldwin’s advice and not be driven from home. This a channel for my creative sublimation. Is there a space for bloggers in my subscription of the RCN? Just another way of being to be added to the list?