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    Beautiful things to do, because

    * Play in the snow. Put on long johns and Hunters and dive out. What happens when you throw snowballs in the air and dodge? Can you see any icicles? Snow means curling up inside to me. How about you? * Decorate a window. Add a crystal to catch the sunlight and toss it across the room. What do you want on your windowsill? Perhaps crystals and lillies or maybe clear space and a good view. Look on etsy.com or folksy.co.uk for beautiful things to hang from your windowspace. * Plan your dreams. Use The Desire Map, or Susannah’s amazing guide. But fuel yourself with some exploration and direction. * Watch…

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    Awareness, Attitude and Action for Life.

    It’s scary, I know. And it hurts too. Illness, chronic pain, disease, struggle, sickness; it often makes for bad days. If we actually think about the statistics and that one in three people in the UK may be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime, and that’s just cancer, it’s terrifying. But here’s the thing. We can do something about it. I’m not talking about drinking your body weight in green juice or hoping really, really hard that the issue somehow passes you by. I believe we can all choose to shift the way we view the problem and take action. Let me give you an example, I got a message…

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    Beautiful things to do, because

    * Make your own zine, make it a radical, vegan, riot grrrrl, feminist zine. And don’t forget to send me a copy (my address is here). * Wear a beautiful necklace all day (my pick is this, or dig out an old favourite. When was the last time you really looked in all your old jewellery boxes, by the way?). * Bake lemon bars, or lemon olive oil biscuits. * Send a real paper birthday card. * Pick up litter when you see it (gloves and hand sanitizer are helpful here). * Phone your grandparents. Or your parents. Or someone, but pick up the phone. * Plan a road trip with…

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    Why I don’t support awareness raising.

    Here is something I hear all the time, “It’s all about awareness, we just need to raise awareness“. I always just itch to ask, “why?”. Why do you want to raise awareness? What will it do? I mean literally. Yes more people will know about the specific disease but what then? Here’s the thing, there are too many illnesses, we can’t possibly be aware of all of them at once! I don’t know how much you carry around in your head every day but personally, I have a limit, and there are already big sections dedicated to what I’m reading and writing, what Linus is saying (because he is most important…

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    New Year, Same You: Chronic Illness and the Turning Year

    It’s a new year and we are all so happy, excited, rip-roaring with delight towards all our new plans on our clean plates. Or perhaps not. How does the new year affect you when you are living with chronic illness? Facebook is full of resolutions to exercise every day, eat healthily, drink more water, loose weight, get fit, run a marathon, write a novel or take embark on a daily photography project. * Maybe you can’t get out of your pyjamas. * Maybe you have tried exercising more, and you relapsed. * Maybe you want to be well, to have toned muscles and cheerful thoughts but it’s just not where…

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    How My Bikini Can Turn Your Day Around.

    Yesterday I went to school in my bikini and scuffed old cowgirl boots. No, I wasn’t wearing just that, calm down dear. It is December, after all. I was in a lot of pain and the thought of putting on proper clothes was just more than I could stand. You know those days when everything hurts so much that you don’t want people to come within 5 feet of you, let alone have clothes weighing down your limbs and cutting into you? It was one of those. So we picked out my softest loosest clothes, fabrics like bamboo and soya and, as it happens my bikini. Did I perhaps look…

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    My dream for our world.

    This earth, and all it’s birdsong, orchids, teacups, and toffee is already a living paradise. Perhaps we incarnate to experience sheer joy.   For ourselves and for the Divine.   After all, God/dess cannot run through a field, play with a puppy, paddle in the sea, enjoy a foot rub, savour freshly picked broad beans or make love. But we can, and through us, God/dess feels this delight. We need to feel joy so the Divine can experience these treasures. Maybe the world is meant to be beautiful.   In the Celtic traditions the world has good and bad equally alike in it, where curses are blessings and the bitter…

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    Liberation from our Survivorship ( & a Poem).

    Do you identify as a survivor? A cancer survivor? A trauma survivor? Sometimes, it is less about what we survived and more about the fact that we did. And what that means about us.  When we say survivor, we are talking about the strength and grit that allowed us to keep going. We are talking about qualities inside us, how we quantify it, what specifically we lived through is less important than the very fact that we did survive. You are so much more than the worst experiences in your life. After a certain point, isn’t trauma just trauma? Who are we to designate and delineate hurts and heart-cracking experiences?…

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    9 Things to Smile About (No Matter What).

    1. Paws – Love lives with you now. So often we look outwards, it is wonderful to believe in all we can do and all we can be, but aspiration can be exhausting and if we don’t love anything in our lives now. Who is to say we will suddenly feel love when we get ‘there’, wherever ‘there’ is. Many of us have so much love in our lives already and I’m asking you to look at it and enjoy it now. Share something with your oldest friend, deepen what you have before expanding. And if you have an animal in our life then you may be blessed with their…

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    Illness Etiquette: Your Indispensable Guide to a Strange New World

    The first time it happened, I used to hate them for it. I really did, but I was 18 and hurting a great deal. Just because I look broken does not mean I am not like you. I feel, care, hurt and bleed too. Sometimes profusely and simultaneously. Later when it was the prayers, the laying on of the hands, the constant questions, the inquisitiveness, the over-zealous interest I felt exposed and betrayed. As thought my body, in failing to do what I wished, had opened me up for the world to see and to enquire about. I do not believe illness should be a taboo topic but I have a…

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