Seriously last week I turned on my computer and there was a little noise then a … whine and silence. Total panic rising. I was about to teach a course for three weeks with all my notes from previous courses on that computer. I got another then started to search through emails luckily not on outlook to see if I could find errant files. Then my digital camera refused to turn on. Despite being a gift and very simple I’ve got used to it and it gave me serviceable results for a few years. I’ve ambled off to the pawn shop (hey i live in Leith!) and got another. The city is plastered with stuff to do with the referendum and I’d like to take a record of it. Meanwhile two pics from wordpress which I must have uploaded but not put into a blog. Southsider Bar and Brew Lab beside the Old College. I tried it out a few months ago but was waiting as I sat, for the Hip Police to arrive tap me on the shoulder and move me on. So I just got out the crochet and determinedly went on being uncool.





“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With The Wolves: Contacting the Power of the Wild Woman



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