Each year I have a new Hatter. This is not something I consciously choose. It comes to me.
I bring you Marco Rubio. We may not always agree, or ever agree, but I know you are working from your heart as does your boss. It will test you and try to break you. But the universe is your friend. Your role commences on the first day of Spring until the end of Autumn.
Good Luck. And I love You and Yours and Mine.
Love to Donny, J.D and Pete. We are ready to see your loveliness and courage, for all that is right to you and our global sanctuary, do not suffer fools, anywhere.
Morning: Jazz, Warmth, and the Voices That Teach Me
My eclectic room space was cold this morning, the wind rattling around the windows while the boxes of vintage finds waiting for attention were scattered around my bed, as the pets played in and around them. Guests had only just left, the sanctuary settling back into its own rhythm. I put on Jazz FM — the music that has steadied me through more anxious recent years than I ever expected to live through.
Jazz FM is more than a radio station. It’s a whole world.
A place where:
genres blend into each other
presenters become familiar companions
interviews feel like conversations you’ve been invited into
the book club opens new doors
the history of music is taught gently, without effort
personalities shine through — warm, quirky, knowledgeable, human
It’s a station full of characters, each with their own rhythm and flavour. It’s education combined with comfort. And I understand it would be impossible for any person to enjoy each branch of the Jazz spectrum, so many genres within one word. Dinner Jazz. Jazz Funk. Dub Jazz. Electric Jazz. Afro Jazz. Modern Jazz. Contemporary. Traditional Jazz etc. Listen in and choose your own … mix and match 🎵 🎶 🎼 🎷.
I love sax, harp and flute. But really, there’s a space in my heart for all of it.
This morning, Tony Minvielle was on — with that unmistakable warmth he brings to every conversation. Like the other hosts there, Tony has a way of speaking to artists that makes you feel like you’re sitting in the room with them, not listening through a radio.
Today he was talking with Jill Scott — affectionately known as Jilly from Philly — a vocalist whose sound carries the weight of history. At 53, she has returned with a new album after more than a decade away from releasing original music.
Her new album, To Whom This May Concern, was released on 13 February 2026. It’s an independent release through her own imprint Blues Babe, with distribution via Human Re Sources / The Orchard. A masterclass in taking back your career. A woman in full command of her craft.
Jill grew up surrounded by music, shaped by the soul and jazz traditions that have travelled the world and become a universal language. Her influences run deep: Nina Simone, Sarah Vaughan, the horn players who taught the world how to bend a note into a story.
People say Jill can use her voice like a saxophone, and I believe it. You can hear the breath, the phrasing, the emotional curvature. It’s not imitation; it’s lineage. A shared honesty with the greats.
Her lead single Beautiful People feels like a warm exhale — a song that arrived early for many listeners, like a quiet messenger of what was coming.
Jazz begun with our dear ones across the pond in America, but jazz belongs to everyone now. It’s global, borderless, a language of unity and peace. Jill’s voice feels like part of that lineage: rooted, soulful, unafraid.
And she is not alone in this independent renaissance. Emma‑Jean Thackray, working from her home studio in Leeds, Yorkshire, is another stunning face of modern jazz — a multi‑instrumentalist and producer blending brass band traditions, electronica, and spiritual grooves into something entirely her own.
Leeds to Philly. Emma and Jill. Two women manifesting something much greater from their own sanctuaries.
Yesterday: GB News Debate, Courage, and the Women Who Refuse to Break
Yesterday, in a completely different corner of my world, I found myself drifting into my usual rhythm of catching up with TV. I’ve never been someone who can sit still long enough for a full film; my life is too kinetic, too full of movement and responsibility. So I dip in and out of things, and as you know, that often means GB News.
Not because I agree with every topic — but because I enjoy:
debate
humour
freedom of speech
the characters who appear on screen
the energy of people thinking out loud
Yesterday, Nana Akua — stunningly individual, unapologetically outspoken — sat down with Nina Aouilk. And Nina wasn’t alone. Her daughter, Celeste, sat beside her, beautiful and free in that effortless way that comes from being raised in truth rather than fear.
There was something powerful in that image: a survivor and her child, both whole, both present, both refusing to be defined by the cruelty of others.
Nina Aouilk: A History of Survival and a Mission of Protection
Nina’s history is not an easy one. She survived the most unbearable physical and emotional torment at the hands of men who believed they could break her spirit. They tried to silence her. They tried to erase her. They tried to make her small.
But she refused.
And that refusal is written into everything she does now.
Nina has become a speaker, educator, and advocate for women who have suffered abuse — not from a distance, but from lived understanding. She works with survivors of:
coercive control
honour‑based violence
cultural oppression
the quiet, invisible forms of harm society still struggles to name
Her talks are direct, unflinching, compassionate. She speaks into the fire so others don’t have to burn alone.
She and Celeste are now working to create safe spaces for women and children — real rooms, real materials, real support. They’re asking for help, inviting people to contribute through a donation page that supports the resources needed to build those sanctuaries.
It isn’t charity; it’s rebuilding. It’s protection. It’s hope.
Watching her, something in me answered.
I want to be part of that. Not someday in the abstract, but in the near future, when my own life steadies enough to let me step forward. I want to contribute to the creation of those safe spaces. I want to stand with women who have been silenced, intimidated, or harmed. I want to use my own resilience — the same resilience that has carried me through years of digital interference, stalking and sabotage of my bedroom, business and livelihood. Using my attempted erasure — to help others find their footing again.
Please note. Due to the sensitivity of this topic and the problems endured, I have not added any links here to protect the vulnerable. These links are however available via web search.
The Realisation: These Worlds Are Not Separate
And that’s when it struck me: these worlds I move through — jazz, debate, sanctuary, resilience — they aren’t separate. They’re threads of the same tapestry.
Jill Scott’s voice heals. Emma‑Jean Thackray’s voice innovates. Nina Aouilk’s voice protects. Nana Akua holds space with fire. And I, in my own way, am learning to hold space too.
This is my world. A tapestry of sound, debate, music, personality, survival, and intention. A life stitched together by the voices that keep me company and the courage that keeps me moving forward.
A Digital Landscape Built for the Bold and the Cruel
We are living through a strange new era. Digital platforms have become raised stages where cowards perform with false confidence, throwing virtual bricks at people who are already carrying more than most could imagine. Those who are struggling, those who are fighting unseen battles, are often the ones hit hardest by these blind attacks.
The Vulnerable Are Left Exposed
Elderly people who can barely navigate a smartphone are being targeted with reckless precision. They are not protected. They are not supported. They are simply left to fend for themselves in a digital world that was never designed with them in mind.
The Misuse of Technical Skill
There are people being paid more to hack for the entertainment of others than they would earn in a legitimate IT role. Skill has become a weapon. Harm has become profitable. And the people behind these acts hide behind screens, anonymity, and the thrill of power without consequence.
A Justice System That Punishes the Wrong People
We live in a country where someone can serve three years in prison for typing a sentence in haste, while certain high‑profile social‑media addicts ruin lives for fun and walk away untouched. The imbalance is staggering. The message is unmistakable: power protects itself, not the people.
The Unprotected Self‑Employed
Self‑employed people stand alone. There is no HR department, no legal team, no corporate shield. When digital sabotage or targeted interference hits them, they have nowhere to turn. Their livelihoods can be damaged quietly, invisibly, and without recourse.
Women Held Hostage in Their Own Homes
There are women who are effectively held hostage by desperate men who have no other way to force themselves into their lives. Technology becomes a tool of intrusion. Homes become battlegrounds. Safety becomes conditional, fragile, and easily taken.
A System Not Built for Protection
This is the world we are navigating: a world where the vulnerable are exposed, the powerful are insulated, and the systems meant to protect us are slow, inconsistent, or indifferent. These are not isolated stories. They are patterns. They are lived realities.
We Cannot Let Depravity Define Us
We cannot allow the depraved intentions of those who feel so empty inside that they find comfort in distributing hardship. Their actions are reflections of their own hollowness — dirty money, no purpose, no constructive goal beyond self‑gain. Their cruelty is not insight. Their sabotage is not strength. It is simply the echo of their own dissatisfaction.
Finding Our Tribes, Not Our Isolation
The antidote to their darkness is not silence. It is connection. We must find our tribes — the like‑minded, the creative, the curious, the compassionate. Music. News debates. Arts and crafts. Social gatherings. Shared spaces where people meet as equals, not as targets.
To allow ourselves to fall into isolation only feeds their demonstration. Darkness wants nothing more than misery and destitution at the hands of cowards in their morbid playgrounds. Community is the refusal. Connection is the rebellion. Solidarity is the shield.
Reaching Out to Others Living Through the Same Quiet War
If you are someone who has been targeted, dismissed, or left unprotected, you are not alone. If you have been made to feel small by people who hide behind screens, your experience is valid. If you have been harmed by digital cowardice, your story matters.
This space is for you. This voice is for you. This truth is for all of us who have been pushed into the shadows by people who thrive there.
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