the nonspace of my mind

Tag: Sabbatical

  • September Sun

    September Sun

    The light is beautiful up here, just shy of 50° N. The angles frame each day differently and you can witness the shortening of each as we tilt. It makes me conscious of hurtling through space. Happy Equinox ✨

  • Seasonality

    Seasonality

    ‘How’s your summer?’. It’s the greeting of the season, and one that always throws me for a loop. I grew up in a place where the seasons blend together, in a city known to experience what some call ‘four seasons in one day’. Summer was not really an event so much as something to be…

  • Shade

    Shade

    I do like the way the air shimmers with heat in summer, briefly. Mostly I like it because of how good it makes the shade feel. It’s flat where I grew up, so it’s always a pleasure to come around the corner to mountains while wandering the neighbourhood. But it’s baking hot, so let’s go…

  • The four right chords can make me cry

    The four right chords can make me cry

    Well, anything can, really, but music in particular reaches into my soul. Lately, I can’t get enough of this track: It’s a good one for recalibration, regulation, getting back to center. Best accompanied by a walk around the block. Can’t get enough shade this week, but as I wilt I’m still grateful we haven’t had…

  • Crabby Thursday

    At low tide you can walk a long way out. The crabs get bigger as you go.

  • The fourth dimension

    Gardening is creation over time. The front garden is starting to get a vibe.

  • Monday garden blooms

    Hydrangeas look like they’re made of porcelain. Stars of Jasmine Tobacco open at dusk. Mesmerising tropical sunsets. Shreds of poppy. Blue stars and tendrils. Magical gladioli.

  • Forest techno run

    Summer edition. The rainforest in sunshine after a week of rain. Some good solid tunes.

  • Day 1

    Day 1

    We said goodbye to Grandpa out by the dykes where he used to walk. He was famous out there, and lots of people came to share stories of the parts of him they knew; having lived to 105, there were many. It was a touching way to close a chapter. For dinner last night we…

  • Kernel panic

    We’re finally here, day zero. My coach suggested I think of myself as a zoo animal that’s suddenly had the stimulation of their daily show taken away. So far I’ve done a lot of pacing in my cage. We have three life events this week, so recovery may be delayed a bit, but I’m doing…