The Singer Wrong Writer;
London born, world raised. Lover of languages, liquorice, and horses. Theatre Maker, Performer, Writer.
Happy 200th Anniversary of Greek Independence 25.03.2021
The women in charge of our future, the mothers of tomorrow's world are the likes of Kamala Harris - Vice President of The United States, Esther Perel - Author and Therapist, Kathrin Jansen - Head of Vaccine Research and Development at Pfizer, Jacinda Ardern - Prime Minister of New Zealand, Melanie Perkins - Co-Founder and CEO of Canva, and Christine Lagarde - President of European Central Bank. The future is truly inspiring and women are charging forward with grace across all sectors of society.
The Red One
The ice shone black, his voice bellowing under the sails, through the wind. She couldn’t hear him but she knew what he was saying. Numb, her hands still knew what to do. They quickly tied off the ropes and dove under the deck. He poured her a vodka. She was only 13 but he taught her all about the ways to drink. You could heat it up and add honey. When there was heavy wind, add sage, for the throat. When there was sleet on the way, add cloves to fire up the belly and protect the bones when the cold set in. They had been at sea for three whole months. He was showing her everything he knew and she was wide eyed to all of it. The vodka knocked her sideways, and she curled up blissfully under the thermic blanket. The lilting of the boat rocked her to the purring engine room and puffed out scent of herbs and petrol. The air thick like opium skies she let it take her back.
The mythology of "flow" theory
It's fashionable, gauche, self-aggrandizing, and very, very common practice to make everything we do look easy, acting as though it was nothing, like we pooped it out after breakfast. Finishing lines disappear as dust in the wake of the high performers - another milestone, another award, another publication, another house, another million, however you measure it. The achiever barely notices the attention it brings, while they're caught in the act of endless celebration, posting their life as a constant party, barely even mentioning their greatest, latest achievement.