LOCKDOWN 2.0 IN GUERNSEY

F*ck it! F*ck! F*ck. F*ck. F*ck. F*ckity f*ck!

Guernsey, Sarnia Cherie, gem of the sea, snapped back into a hard and fast lockdown on Saturday 24 January 2021 at Highnoon.

Full lockdown previously came into force on 25th March and ended on 8th April 2020. This also included restricting the community’s movements, closing all non-essential businesses, closing the schools and stopping all non-essential travel.

The mural, sponsored by Soroptimist International Guernsey, is a reimagining of the iconic ‘Rosie the Riveter,’ depicting a frontline healthcare worker in front of a Guernsey flag.

The original was a digital image created by Tom Rowe of Carve-Creative. But on Liberation Day this year, local artists Nina Thomson, Tessa Le Gallez and Luisa de Freitas Alves recreated it as a 4’ x 4’ mural on Vazon headland.

https://graziadaily.co.uk/life/mental-health/flexible-working-tips-mother-pukka/

Mother Pukka is campaigning for flexappeal and for businesses to respect and reflect a parent’s role in this ongoing pandemic parenting sh*tstorm. What a sh*tshow. Child and parent centered working guidelines should be commonplace and routine, please.

Sea swimming and self-harm; the delicious apple bite of a paradigm of existing ecstatically without giving up your naked ambition to feel dead inside, in a fiery way, from time to time.

Sea swimming. It’s good for your health, is it the same as brushing your teeth? It makes you feel good, clean. There are mysterious health benefits, ask any follower of the Hof. You know?

I discovered sea swimming in the postpartum apocalypse of my existence. My shoulders and back were in pieces from holding the feed position with my newborn son 24/7 through the night without stop following an emergency c-section due to eclampsia/pre-eclampsia/whateverthefuckwentwrong. The icy waters of April’s seas embraced me and saved me.

To be at one with the soul numbing and eyeball watering water, you have to let go of every electron of tension in your flesh, muscle and bone. Like motherhood, sea swimming is a surrender. Bathing in mother nature’s ice scream takes practice.

Sea swimming in freezing cold temperatures allows me to safely, peacefully and wholesomely connect with the part of my true self that craves to be annihilated. My self-destruct habit is soothed, nurtured and shushed. I love it!

Lockdown life, chronicles from Sarnia…

Our little toddler is learning to walk

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My little ponies on our mandatory exercise walk

An early morning swim at Port Soif

A swim at Rousse

A sunrise run to Port Soif

A walk around the water, through the lanes and back again.

Mother Hooooohd!

Five months and two weeks.

Ever on the road of change.

Ever grounded in the present.

Heart on the horizon.

My undoing.

All of my being.

Ever in awe of all who have mothered before me, all who mother with me and all who will follow.