Brilliant. We have to keep reminding ourselves, and each other, that WE are True North, our feelings the stars that point the way, our instincts the latitude and longitude of us. And that WE is made up of unique, individual, cooperating "I's". Bless.
Wonderful writing, thanks Jeanette - I went to sleep with the film, Rewilding in my head having watched it in our village hall with a wonderful group of like-minded friends and have woken up to read this glorious essay on being bold and speaking our truth, and now sail forth into the week with passion and positivity. Thank you.
How can we be anything to each other when we can't even agree on what is "real". How can the young even see "reality"? When it is so distorted and abused? I know what I think because I had a rootedness in an agreed upon "reality". We all agreed that a punch to the face hurt. And that the pain from such violence was no less painful for those I might punch in the face. Not so, now. How can we move anywhere in a world of complete relativity? I surely don't know.
I coveted those magnet shoes too Jeanette, the closest I came was trying them on in a shoe shop, but mum didn’t choose them. Very disappointing, everything could have been so different I’ve I’d had an inbuilt compass.
There are so many varieties of bullshit now all over the political spectrum, as a centrist there is no political party in the UK, USA, or Canada,or Australia or New Zealand that I can support. All sides have signed on to some from of mad-hattery! Orwell would be appalled at the state of the so called Free world.
I argued vehemently for a pair of those shose - Clarks' 'Wayfinders', I think? So vehemently that mum bought them for me despite them being 'boys shoes'. They were, as Simon, below, says "fiendishly heavy". I must have looked ridiculouswith my skinny legs and pairing them with my beloved pretty dresses. They were noisy too. Clump-clump-clump. But the compass - and the prints of fox and badger tracks - I was in heaven! The best protection I was ever given was my father teaching me to never fail to question and scrutinise authority and consider the source of any information. It's stood me and ensuing generations in good stead.
Brilliant. We have to keep reminding ourselves, and each other, that WE are True North, our feelings the stars that point the way, our instincts the latitude and longitude of us. And that WE is made up of unique, individual, cooperating "I's". Bless.
“So much nonsense is said in serious voices”
Thank you for that line
Thank you for this you utter goddess ❤️
Wonderful writing, thanks Jeanette - I went to sleep with the film, Rewilding in my head having watched it in our village hall with a wonderful group of like-minded friends and have woken up to read this glorious essay on being bold and speaking our truth, and now sail forth into the week with passion and positivity. Thank you.
Empowering reminder … thank you 😘
Really appreciate this Jeanette - so glad you write to us on Substack 🪷
How can we be anything to each other when we can't even agree on what is "real". How can the young even see "reality"? When it is so distorted and abused? I know what I think because I had a rootedness in an agreed upon "reality". We all agreed that a punch to the face hurt. And that the pain from such violence was no less painful for those I might punch in the face. Not so, now. How can we move anywhere in a world of complete relativity? I surely don't know.
Essential words of wisdom for exactly this moment. Thank you. So much.
"True North". Thank you. Stellar notion to carry in one's current "survival kit".
This time in history will test each and every one of us.
I coveted those magnet shoes too Jeanette, the closest I came was trying them on in a shoe shop, but mum didn’t choose them. Very disappointing, everything could have been so different I’ve I’d had an inbuilt compass.
So good and so true, Jeanette. And I did have a pair of those shoes - you didn’t miss much, they were fiendishly heavy…..
Didn’t the shoes also have animal track prints on the sole? I never got them either.
Nice piece, by the way. Sent it on to my daughter. Thank you, A
There are so many varieties of bullshit now all over the political spectrum, as a centrist there is no political party in the UK, USA, or Canada,or Australia or New Zealand that I can support. All sides have signed on to some from of mad-hattery! Orwell would be appalled at the state of the so called Free world.
Well, being a " centrist" is a total buy in to the "reality" sold by the very parties you say you can't support.... interesting...
True North ..wonderful thanks..you only have to say it to feel it dont you…and hang on to it.
I argued vehemently for a pair of those shose - Clarks' 'Wayfinders', I think? So vehemently that mum bought them for me despite them being 'boys shoes'. They were, as Simon, below, says "fiendishly heavy". I must have looked ridiculouswith my skinny legs and pairing them with my beloved pretty dresses. They were noisy too. Clump-clump-clump. But the compass - and the prints of fox and badger tracks - I was in heaven! The best protection I was ever given was my father teaching me to never fail to question and scrutinise authority and consider the source of any information. It's stood me and ensuing generations in good stead.