Day 36: The universe brought me community. It’s late, and I should keep this short. My phone was nearly dead all day, so instead of living through a screen, I lived in the world. And what the world gave me back today was community, in spades. We held our first real creative

Day 35: Electric Migraines. I woke at 3 a.m. with a migraine that felt volcanic, roaring behind my eyes. By 5 a.m., vertigo logged on - room spinning like I’d just had a night out ! language slipping like water from a trembling palm, and the world spinning under a rogue sky. I

RT @smizz: Day 34: Conkers!. Today was full. full of work, full of feedback that lifted me, full of hurried words written on a deadline, fu….

Day 34: Conkers!. Today was full. full of work, full of feedback that lifted me, full of hurried words written on a deadline, full of shared risks with friends who dream big. Each step, each attempt, feels like edging one rung higher. One day, the 70k commission will be ours! 🙌

🎨✏️🌟🌈Friends! I'm running a chill creative chat workshop/session/drop in to help us think about all things community, prevention, feeling safe, thriving etc! 🎨✏️🌟🌈. I know you guys are amazing! And very creative. This will be one of many sessions, & times, across Doncaster.

RT @HWDoncaster: 🚨 Emergency Alert Test this Sunday 7th September at 3pm 🚨. On this date, all mobile phones will sound a loud alarm, even i….

RT @smizz: Day 33: The Audacity of Hope. It would be easy to catalogue the fractures of our time. the crises left unsolved, the promises un….

Day 33: The Audacity of Hope. It would be easy to catalogue the fractures of our time. the crises left unsolved, the promises unkept, the injustices that deepen instead of heal. We know them already. They are written across our newsfeeds and whispered in our daily anxieties.

RT @MyDoncaster: 📅The Annual Domestic & Sexual Abuse Practitioner’s event returns on Tuesday 7 Oct. It's a drop-in at the Eco Power stadiu….

Day 32: Falling into Fall. Can’t believe we’ve done a month already of creative noticing 100 days projects! How fast as that gone?! . I’ve been finding it strange not doing my usual pilgrimage over to the USA 🇺🇸 to witness the seasons shift. For years now I’ve missed that,

“I like walking because it is slow, and I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour. If this is so, then modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought or thoughtfulness.” . -- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Day 31: all about bananas 🍌 . Another amazing day of play. Emma turned up out of the blue with armfuls of bananas, literally loads of them, &before we knew it they became the theme of half the artworks created today. Yellow peeled across paper, and laughter, bananas as motif,

RT @smizz: Day 30: Play and Generosity. Today I worked at Playbox in town, the box of magical amazingness, with the most incredible people….

Day 30: Play and Generosity. Today I worked at Playbox in town, the box of magical amazingness, with the most incredible people you’ll ever meet. We’re back tomorrow (and then Sunday, 11–3pm, outside the Corn Exchange!). And today was pure generosity. Emma always writes the

RT @MarinaPurkiss: It bothers me that today I had to point out…. To former Tory MP @PhilipDaviesUK. That the Hillsborough families invoked….

RT @smizz: Day 29: bones and stones. I left for Adwick station, late morning sun, and before leaving, I’m already weighing my options: bike….

Day 29: bones and stones. I left for Adwick station, late morning sun, and before leaving, I’m already weighing my options: bike or walk? . My body chooses for me: I don’t have the energy for those Sheffield hills today. So I walk to the station, and notice all the berry-bright

RT @MyDoncaster: What do you love about your neighborhood or what would you change? . 💬Have your say today: https:/….

RT @MyDoncaster: ⚠️Text Message Parking Scam⚠️. We have been made aware of a scam that is currently affecting people in Doncaster, in whic….

Day 28: Clouds . Today could be written a hundred different ways: the bird that pooped on me, Fran’s wisdom and the stack of books now waiting to unfold, the rain that came and went, the beautiful bike ride into work, the stranger on the delayed train who turned into an