I love how you’ve created this cosy corner where it’s okay to just be. The reminder that we don’t need to prove, fix, or perfect ourselves here feels like a breath of fresh air. Thank you for holding this space and sharing it so generously.
I feel very strongly that Substack is and should be a place where we can be ourselves and the fact that you're willing to put the kettle on too!
A gentle truth I'm learning about myself is that rest is not laziness. Slowing down doesn’t mean I’m falling behind; it means I’m giving myself the space to breathe, heal and grow. If I let myself burnout that's not helpful to anyone.
…just me and some gravel footsteps enjoying the shushing bay splashing briny sea green stones while some strange bird warbles in the distance, two others squeak skeek back and forth, my dogs dangle chain, boats whistle in unknown distance, cars making the wind exhale as they hustle out of a tunnel, and some happy children work the whir out on their remote control planes..it’s a good wool day…
...huddled against horizontal rain, my hound and I navigate puddle-mirrored streets, his eager strength pulling us homeward through wind that howls down narrow lanes like a banshee's song. Seagulls wheel overhead, defiant against slate-grey skies, while distant waves crash against harbour walls in thunderous applause. My friend's nose leads true through the storm-spray, both of us dreaming of that warm corner waiting...
I love how you’ve created this cosy corner where it’s okay to just be. The reminder that we don’t need to prove, fix, or perfect ourselves here feels like a breath of fresh air. Thank you for holding this space and sharing it so generously.
I feel very strongly that Substack is and should be a place where we can be ourselves and the fact that you're willing to put the kettle on too!
A gentle truth I'm learning about myself is that rest is not laziness. Slowing down doesn’t mean I’m falling behind; it means I’m giving myself the space to breathe, heal and grow. If I let myself burnout that's not helpful to anyone.
…just me and some gravel footsteps enjoying the shushing bay splashing briny sea green stones while some strange bird warbles in the distance, two others squeak skeek back and forth, my dogs dangle chain, boats whistle in unknown distance, cars making the wind exhale as they hustle out of a tunnel, and some happy children work the whir out on their remote control planes..it’s a good wool day…
...huddled against horizontal rain, my hound and I navigate puddle-mirrored streets, his eager strength pulling us homeward through wind that howls down narrow lanes like a banshee's song. Seagulls wheel overhead, defiant against slate-grey skies, while distant waves crash against harbour walls in thunderous applause. My friend's nose leads true through the storm-spray, both of us dreaming of that warm corner waiting...