It’s not surprising that the word ‘sabbatical’ comes from the Sabbath. On the seventh day, in so many cultures around the world, there is a rest day. And back in the day, on the seventh year, this was a period where the land itself would not be harvested, where the land would be allowed to rest.
Which brings me to my own harvest-less year.
2025 is going to be a sabbatical year for me. A year to rest. A year to not plant any seeds, to let the ground be, let some wildflowers arrive, maybe. I might need to uproot some persistent invaders. It brings to me the smell of soil and lichen in my hair and mud beneath my nails.
I will be off completely for the first month or so of the year, and then I’ll be peeking into the village (the parenting community I run on Facebook). And I’ll be doing the admin for the Psychology Co-operative, so if you come looking for therapy you might find me there. But mostly I’ll just be enjoying not talking for a while.
As for this space, if you have a paid membership that will continue (free of charge) for the year that I’m fallow. See you in 2026 xxx
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Wishing you a wonderful Sabbatical Emma!
I’ve been following you on insta and always felt inspired by your posts & advice.