Every wind that blows

The wild Atlantics, scouring the shifting sands of the machair. Redshank and goose, rising in displays of protest and distraction; The eyebrights and forget-me-nots rooting down, steadfast; weathering the storm. Boreas, advancing from the north Wrapped in furs, cold breath shrouding the mountains and carpeting the land; The ptarmigan and mountain hare in winter cloak,…

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The Terror Times

I successfully defended my Doctoral Thesis on Friday.  It signifies a personal and professional ‘crossroads moment’ in my life.  It concludes my more than thirty year long journey across the fields of activism with and advocacy for marginalised children and young people and commences a new chapter in my life.  As with all my crossroads…

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Big or small, all empires fall

Neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire (Voltaire, 1756)                                                                                                                                        Empires give legitimacy to the actions of the autocrat; silence dissent; encourage, and indeed create, internecine warfare and turn visions and visionaries into grotesque caricatures of their former selves.   Voltaire’s quote vis the Holy Roman Empire is as  apposite today as it was in…

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Obelisks

Being the Easter holidays, I had the two oldest grandchildren staying over this week.  The bold Nancy looks forward to their visits, what’s not to like about extra leftovers, the odd bit of cake on the fly and attention all day long?  For the Gracie it can be a bit overwhelming, she didn’t have the…

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That ship called dignity

The recently published House of Commons Committee Report: Tackling inequalities faced by Gypsy, Roma and Traveller communities has me thinking about dignity and respect this morning.  The Deacon Blue song – A Ship Called Dignity – comes to mind.  The song is basically about a street sweeper who dreams of the day he will have…

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