Today was a strange day, friends and colleagues talking about their struggles to focus, to ‘be on the ball’, to work efficiently. So it was a strange, grey, rainy autumn day that somehow put a sound absorber on the brain. However, the shared experience that unsettles me most is that lack of a ‘sense of […]
This is one of the blogposts meant to go live a couple of months ago, and then things went head over heels in a thousand different directions, and suddenly it is the end of summer. Anyway, the issue I have been pondering is the relationship between our lockdown micro-adventures and pedagogy. There is learning to […]
Reflections on a summer holiday where almost nothing went as planned My granddad always said: There is always something to learn, in every situation, and in the least you will learn how not to do a thing. Writing some contributions to the Life Wide Magazine* for which the editors asked to reflect on how imagination […]
An Introduction of Sorts #ETConf20 reflection part two, which again is one of these posts I began writing weeks … or is this months ago now? In this I am pondering three things, Nordic Walking, walking conferences, and the ADHD side of life. One of the things I am constantly working on is finding ways […]
How are you holding up? It’s a grey afternoon in Scotland and it looks as if a thunderstorm is brewing; alas I don’t think it will manifest itself. The announcement that we are still not permitted to travel beyond the 5 mile mark hit us hard this week. It has set wild camping plans back […]
A friend and colleague and I had a discussion today about working spaces and working from home and that reminded me of having seen a tweet about someone using an ironing board as standing desk. So I thought as an interlude to the next proper blog post I share some resources of people and how […]
Planting a tree is purposeful engagement; putting my winter rosemary into a bigger pot because it became pot-bound is an act of caring. I am pausing to observe the robin curiously observing me. The air is still chilly, and the winged ethnographer quickly loses interest in his subject. Working in my garden is an act of self-care and an act of deep work.