Wyrd Thistle - 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝐵𝑜𝒹𝓎 & 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁

15/02/2026

✨ The Days Before the Turning Point ✨
(A gentle reminder for your heart today)

We’re standing in the quiet space before a powerful beginning.

In a few days, February 17 brings a rare alignment:
🌑 a New Moon (new chapters, fresh intentions)
🌞 a Solar Eclipse (deep shifts, sudden clarity)
🐎 the Year of the Horse begins (movement, courage, momentum)

Eclipse New Moons don’t just whisper change — they open doors. They mark moments when life can re-route us toward what’s more aligned, even if we’ve been feeling tired, uncertain, or emotionally heavy.

The next few days are about soft preparation.
Not forcing anything.
Not having it all figured out.
Just making space.

A few gentle ways to prepare for this energy (vital):
✨ Reflect: What chapter is ready to close?
🕯️ Clear: What emotional weight are you done carrying?
🌱 Choose: What kind of life do you want to step into next?
💛 Rest: Your nervous system deserves kindness too.

If you’ve had a hard season, this is your reminder:
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is permanent. You are allowed to begin again.

You don’t have to know the whole path, just be willing to take the next honest step. The coming cycle favors brave hearts, truthful choices, and forward movement. Even small shifts matter.

14/02/2026

Just been to this fab wee place in Kirkcaldy, can’t recommend it enough, coffee, tea, drinks, food lovely chilled atmosphere so impressed - if you’ve not been - go!!

Edited to add we had warm fruit scones with clotted cream and Irish coffee - I think this is going to be my new favourite place !!

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14/02/2026

14/02/2026

Women reach their fifties and find themselves carrying decades of swallowed anger, postponed desires, and roles they never fully chose. Erica Jong captures that moment when something inside refuses to stay contained any longer. She’s talking about the woman who spent years being reasonable, supportive, desirable, productive, and accommodating, and who suddenly feels the cost of all that restraint in her body and her history.

In Fear of Fifty, Jong wrote from the vantage point of a writer who had already caused public uproar. Her first novel, Fear of Flying, brought female s*xual desire into the open and made her both famous and controversial. She faced praise and ridicule in equal measure. By the time she wrote about turning fifty, she’d lived through marriages, motherhood, literary fame, and the backlash that follows women who speak too freely about s*x and ambition. The voice in the book carries that experience.

The image she uses reaches back to Jane Eyre, where the so called madwoman is locked in an attic to protect social order and male reputation. Feminist critics later treated that figure as a symbol of women’s anger and creativity forced into confinement. Jong takes that image out of the nineteenth century and drops it into midlife. She’s saying that many women have an internal room where rage and hunger have been stored because they didn’t fit the role of the good wife, the patient mother, the agreeable colleague.

The problem she points to is not abstract. Girls learn early on which emotions win approval. For example, anger brings punishment, desire brings judgement and ambition brings labels. Many women end up splitting themselves in order to cope. They present one version to the world and keep another out of sight, maintaining peace in marriages that drain them, taking on more domestic labour than their partners and persuading themselves it counts as fairness. Forgiving betrayals because starting again feels impossible, and toning down their intelligence in rooms where men expect deference.

Over the years, that division settles into habit and then into character, until it no longer feels like a choice but simply the structure of a life built around endurance. By the time a woman reaches fifty, the arithmetic of that endurance changes as children grow up, parents die, fertility ends or nears its end, careers level out or stall, and the body begins to register its own limits. With fewer illusions about endless time, she can look back over the decades and recognise patterns she once excused, tally the moments she kept quiet to keep things running, and see more clearly who benefited from her restraint. That recognition doesn’t arrive as a dramatic gesture, yet it can generate an inner pressure that feels intolerable in a life organised around compromise.

When Jong writes about destruction, she’s naming the force required to break structures that have stood for decades. Long marriages end around this age because one partner refuses to keep carrying the emotional load alone. Women leave secure jobs because they can’t tolerate another year of dismissal. Some confront family histories of abuse that everyone preferred to ignore. The cost of staying contained starts to outweigh the fear of upheaval.

There’s also a biological and psychological layer. Hormonal changes can intensify emotion, but they don’t create grievances from nothing. They strip away some of the cushioning that once made endurance possible. What felt manageable at thirty can feel unbearable at fifty. A woman may realise she’s spent half her life waiting for permission that was never coming. The release can look dramatic from the outside, yet it often follows years of private accounting.

Other writers have described similar eruptions. Simone de Beauvoir wrote about the constraints of marriage decades earlier, though she chose a different personal path. Doris Lessing left a conventional domestic life to pursue writing, a decision that drew harsh judgement. These women paid for their departures. Jong captures the moment when paying that price feels more honest than continuing to live divided.

There’s risk in such release. Lives intertwine. Children, partners, and communities absorb the impact. Jong doesn’t pretend that liberation arrives without damage. Her own life included divorce and public scrutiny. Freedom can cost money, status, and companionship. The point isn’t that every woman should detonate her circumstances at fifty. The point is that long-term repression exacts its own toll, and eventually the body and psyche refuse further imprisonment.

Jong’s line resonates because many women recognise the locked room inside themselves. They know the effort it takes to keep it shut. They also know the relief that can follow when they stop guarding the door. The world may call that moment excessive. From the inside, it can feel like breathing without restriction for the first time in years.

© Echoes of Women - Fiona.F, 2026. All rights reserved

Image: Wes Washington

07/02/2026

A reminder that tomorrow is our sign up day for 2026! Pop your head along, sign up and get all the info you need if you’re looking to join Buckhind Players!

No previous experience necessary. We look forward to meeting all newcomers and returning members! 🎭🥰❤️✌🏻

25/01/2026

Just want to say thank you to everyone over the last few weeks whose therapy session I had to move due to the awful virus I had.

Thank you for your kindness and understanding. 😘

I also want to apologise for the delay in starting the Trigger Point Pilates classes the update will come soon.

04/01/2026

For many, January is a hard, cold month…

When everyone is setting new goals, laying down righteous ground rules and striving to become a better version of themselves, some of us are fighting to find our feet each day...

You see, December is a month of giving, and some of us, come January, are completely and utterly spent.

A month of remembering everyone, and remembering absolutely everything.

A month of including everyone and of reaching out to each and every person we have ever known.

A month of reaching breaking point every day trying to have fun, to be the ultimate hostess, to be the perfect guest.

A month of stretching ourselves financially, emotionally and of letting our boundaries be breached by many... in the spirit of the season.

And then January hits and bam... before we can even begin the arduous task of clearing away the festivities, we are expected to jump on the ‘new year, new you’ bandwagon and transform ourselves entirely.

For some of us this is just too much.

January is the darkest and most depressing month of the year and for many sensitive souls, the barrage of ‘advice’ on how we ‘should’ be living, is just too much.

So perhaps this is a safe place to say that maybe it’s okay to take a week or two to recover and to just be kind to ourselves before demanding better.

And for those of us who really do fall low in the darkest month of the year. For those of us who have given too much and to whom the future looks bleak - perhaps this is the right place to say - you are absolutely fine the way you are. Just stay.

Take some time to breathe.

Take some time to not think about anything much at all except breathing in and breathing out.

Take some time to build back up, not tear your yourself down.

For many, this month is a mountain that looks unclimbable.

Be kind, my friends. Always.

Donna Ashworth