Disappearing into Liminality

To start with, a mini-lecture on anthropology. “Liminality” is a concept used in ceremonial contexts*. It refers to an inbetweenness. For example, in a graduation ceremony, the “graduands” are in liminal space. They are no longer students and they are not yet graduates. Liminality is often considered dangerous or polluting, as well as vulnerable, so…

The Meditation Bell

Content warning: Not recommended for women who are struggling with infertility. Pregnant women are smug. Pregnant women are obsessed with pregnancy and it’s all they can talk about. Pregnant women are self-absorbed. All of these things are true and yet now I am seeing it from the inside everything makes so much more sense. I…

The Rate of Growth

Soon after I found out I was pregnant, I got frustrated at how far away the due date was. So far it seemed impossible that I had to wait that long. In her book Expecting: The Inner Life of Pregnancy, Chitra Ramaswamy writes about how pregnancy is a process so long that you actually can’t…

50-word book reviews from 2017 – Part One

January Mother Zen – Jacinta Tynan, non-fiction, 3/5 This book frustrated me because it was too long and had too much unacknowledged privilege. But it stuck with me and I still think about it frequently. It is written by a woman who learns to meditate when she is pregnant, but it is all about her…

Why I’m not actually high-functioning

I am so tired of people telling me I’m high-functioning. It’s not a useful label. It’s problematic; like the phrase “mild autism” in the above quote, it frames an autistic/Aspie person’s experience in terms of how hard it is for other people to cope with him or her, rather than how hard it is for…

Being

A trend on the internet for the last few years has been to pick a word for the new year. This is sort of like a new year’s resolution, but rather than a bossy expectation you fear you won’t live up to, it’s more like a guiding principle for the year. After some reflection at…

Spring

Today felt like Spring. It’s the 23rd of September. I have decided that Spring is my favourite season. It probably always has been, but I was fooled into thinking it was Summer, and that I only liked Spring because it meant Summer was coming. I remember Spring of 2009. I was going through a mental…