This Ordinary Life

Filed Under (Uncategorized) by Estee on 15-03-2009

I’ve been to London
I’ve been to France
(this is not about your underpants)
Yet there’s nothing better than rigorous dance
With arms flailing
Joy assailing
Down the river of happenstance

The dance ends
Begins again
Like sun and storms

I’ve traveled near
I’ve traveled far
In clacking trains
And humming planes
A hope of something Other.

But home I always do return
to warmth like beacon fire;
cracking, hissing, fluttering,
This we all desire.

We live with misery and content,
yet the latter we do yearn,
this ordinary life cannot be bent,
for all it does is burn.

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I’m a PhD candidate at York University, Critical Disability Studies, with a multi-disciplinary background in the arts as a curator and writer. I am the Founder of The Autism Acceptance Project (, and an enamoured mother of my only son who lives with the autism label. I like to write about our journey, critical issues regarding autism in the area of human rights, law, and social justice, as well as reflexive practices in (auto)ethnographic writing about autism.