The (be)loved void

In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.

Ursula K. Le Guin

I have always been strangely comfortable writing into a silent void, but I do want to thank around fourteen of you who are still around here. I know that I am a slightly lost and wandering soul as a writer in my Substack context. Don’t feel bad if I have bored you so far.

At some point I am going to write what about what I intended to here — ecological thinking.

The problem is that when I write about ecology, environment and the complexities of education for sustainability education, you might not expect or want me to write about speculative and gothic literature, sci-fi and Yeats too. I am chaos.

But as we head deeper into the stifling of Arts, more students like me are seeking their place for Arts within Science degrees. For me as a student , it’s messy and a nightmare to traverse. I don’t feel brave about this approach at all right now, over a year into my PhD.

I feel mentally s t r e t c h e d. I’m all double spaces and tiny margins. I’m inconsistently kerned. I have no stylesheet. Reading and writing across all disciplines is fairly some scope creep, even for me.

I also have new personal things unfurling, all of which cascade under the broad of umbrella called multigenerational caring responsibilities. The tides are changing in this and I sense a shift in my roles and relationships. I feel like I an uber-mother. I’ll look after them all! I am trying to pre-adapt, build in new flexibilities and be there as one person to many.

So, thank you for your patience in my slow turtley wanderings here. I am not into growth as a metric, and the ebb and flow of energy is all to me. I thrive on the gentle and quiet preciousness of the small exchange, whether a comment, DM or thoughtful meme.

I will give more of myself. Soon.

Thank you. brb. x