I picked this because it’s one of my favourite girl-photos from my time in Uganda. I like the angle of her head and the clothes which add motion to the picture. I like that it seems like she’s about to fist bump me and can hear her laughing.
I chose this image of a girl because I was wondering today about how we need to fight the small battles as well as the big ones when it comes to speaking up for women and girls. Continue reading
Q sought our assistance with sentence planning whilst detained in a Category B prison on the Isle of Wight. Having recently been granted Category D status – effectively a ticket to an open prison which facilitates the process of effective resettlement into the community – he was keen to arrange for this transfer as soon as possible. Continue reading
I looked at the scrap of paper attached to these files though – ‘this is a bit of a mess’…’Not sure what’s gone on here, you may need to abort and start again’… Continue reading
So this morning Hannah and I had decided that we would run.
There was a power in deciding to break the cycle of apathy and grumpiness together – after feeling so alone in it – and choosing to pick each other up. [We are so made to live in community!] So much of what we were feeling – or not even feeling in the general numbness – was bound up in fear. Fear that having not gone in such a long time our bodies wouldn’t be able to handle it and we’d end up in a heap. Fear that to try is to fail. Fear that nothing I do is of significance anyway so it’s silly to try. A-well-worn-ease in sitting and thinking about doing something as opposed to taking a leap. Continue reading
under the feathers 