Update!

Hi friends,

Thanks for being here. There’s quite a few of you now, and I’m touched that you find these little rantings worth tuning in to. I’m going to switch things up with the newsletter this winter and wanted to explain.

I’ve only just noticed but the little fire inside my chest (you know, the one that burns for a new world and all) is smokey and sputtering and threatening to go out. I’m glad I’ve noticed, but it’s a bit of a shock. I thought it was well tended, but there must have been a good bit more rain and cold wind than I’d realised.

It makes sense. I’ve been watching the news too much, dancing too little and unable to do the organising work that sustains me.

Despite some very real joy, I’m still deep in the belly of the whale (3 days pah Jonah bruv try 2 years!). And, in a very real way, we all are. 

This whale belly that is the foundational metaphor for these notes is a loose way of describing the funny in-between space that capitalist modernity, illness and the collapse of our living worlds have thrust us into. Keeping the fire lit down here-as well as the dream of some glorious cetaceous ascension alive!- was always going to take some focus and commitment.

So let’s focus and commit! I want to spend this winter, with all its associations of decomposition and rest and gloom, rekindling this little flame. And I want to do it with you!

I’m going to try write to you all a bit more often, every week or two. They’re going to be less rambly, and more choca with gratitude, grief and hopeful tales of the Great Turning.

These notes will always remain free, but I’m going to put up a paywall for the first few days of each new publication to nudge those of you who might want to but not yet realise it to throw some dinero in my upturned hat to keep the lights on. Hope it doesn’t kill the vibe. Blessings to those who can and those who can’t.

Okay, that’s all. Get cosy. Make a tea. Gather your kindling. It’s fire lighting season. 

Greg