I begin writing this from within a storm.
Hogmanay was cancelled in Edinburgh and most towns in the country were battered by high winds when New Years’ Eve parties and fireworks were due to be in full swing. A sou’ westerly blows hard and fast up the English Channel and greets my windows with a thousand salty kisses. I just gathered rosemary from the overgrown bushes in the clifftop gardens and snuck a peek at the sea: whitecaps as far as the eye can see, which to be fair, isn’t far. New Year swimmers are scant, the extant ones are smug after a ninja dip. What spirit!
The rain began as I wrote the word ‘watershed’, an ideal synchrony.
After Epiphany the new plans, essays and news will be ready to share with you, here at Uncivil Savant.
Today, an embrace and a loving glance at possible landscapes of mind.
This podcast was originally published here on Substack on 2nd January 2025, with full transcript, footnotes, links and images.
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