Another day pretending to be busy. Carving hours, making them clean, not bleeding into each other. Paused external life has made me dormant, as if the fire flickering out, connecting with others’ flames has gone. Time folds into itself. My mother leaves a text message ­–What would you like for your birthday?– and I’m startled … More Renewal

Turning Empathy Inwards

“If someone comes along and shoots an arrow into your heart, it’s fruitless to stand there and yell at the person. It would be much better to turn your attention to the fact that there’s an arrow in your heart…” Pema Chödrön People’s hearts are punctured early. A parent knows when their child is upset straight … More Turning Empathy Inwards

What Comes Together

I met them one scorching day at the Maternal and Child Health Centre. Prepared, I had packed a bottle of expressed milk and did what I could to feel like myself. Lipstick. Brushed hair. Curled beside me in her pram, the strange new appendage of a crimson-faced baby. In the circle of women I sat … More What Comes Together