I recently discovered, through an international online community I’m a part of, that the term “knackered” means worn out and tired from activity. I’ve decided to reframe the meaning for myself, to add a connotation that best fits this Knack as one honed by the friction of life.
Knackered: as a stone on the shore of Lake Superior, one tossed about by the gale and storm of life in full awareness of the smoothing that results from the many trips submerged and ashore.
If I am knackered, I am softened. My hard edges are being softened.
About the author
I am an observer and a communicator. A graphic designer, student, poet, explorer, sister, disc golfer, friend, seeress, daughter and aspiring sage living in the Great Lakes State of Michigan. I cook, clean, cry, scream, laugh, play, dance, dream and delight in the unfolding spiral of life. I am a self-contained unit traveling the byways of space-time with my partner, Noah, and cats, Zelda and The Dude.
Enjoy what you find of value here and leave the rest behind.
Karen Knack
Hi Karen, I like your title of your blog. If you’re really interested in the hidden mysteries of Giants check out my blog at macrogiants.wordpress.com I don’t know how long the blog will be up. A lot of what I’ve seen shouldn’t be made known but I find myself in a very peculiar place in my life wandering the deserts of the Anza Borrego, the Fish Creek Mts., and Black Mountain up in the Mojave. Just a quick warning…the subject matter could change how you perceive yourself in this maddening world. Craig
Thanks, Craig. I found a few cached pages from your site in Google and am reading them now. Let me know if you get a new site going.