Or Cétshamhain in Irish Gaelic; Calon Mai in Cymraeg; and May Day for everyone.
Musings and marginalia from a freelance writer
A really interesting piece by Autonomies on how the environmental movement might situate itself.
Constant readers of my blog (that would be you, darling Googlecrawlerbot) will notice I’ve spent a little time talking about hope. Particularly when it comes to climate change, the anthropocene et al.
Feck 2019, as in – to refuse it. To deny the power it holds over us already.
New Year is a weird time for all of us mired in the Gregorian Calendar. It’s the ultimate Alpha-point; it is everything new and promised and time-starting-again. In its most hopeful aspect the New Year promises everything; a magical window of opportunity through which all things will become possible. This is the year that you finally get solvent, or take up yoga, or become the best version of yourself…