The idea of living in alignment with the inner self is something that’s embodied in many of my rhymes and poems. I think that’s because it’s something I find hard to do. That’s not to say that I’m living a false life, rather there’s some part of me deep down inside (my highest self, for … Continue reading Living the Inside on the Outside: hooray for small steps
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Follow Your Knowing: when intuition leads to awesomeness
I had a few things on my plate last week and I was dithering. I can be a queen of procrastination and on this particular day my brain was cycling through options like a washing machine set to spin. Then a clear instruction appeared: walk to the shop and pick up some milk. This instruction … Continue reading Follow Your Knowing: when intuition leads to awesomeness
Parli Italiano? It’s all good in theory, but where’s the practice?
I’ve just returned from a wonderful trip to Italy with my family. We’re lucky enough to have some great friends out there, and recent events being as they are it had been far too long since we’d met. I love everything about Italy, the people, the delicious food, the stunning architecture, but most of all … Continue reading Parli Italiano? It’s all good in theory, but where’s the practice?
Spirituality without the spirit
I was chatting to a young person in their twenties recently who had been bereaved unexpectedly, and more than once, in a short space of time. On top of this sadness, they had experienced some difficult relationships which had meant the end of a close friendship. In chatting to this person it was clear they … Continue reading Spirituality without the spirit
Write it out loud: dictation for writing
I've always found it easier to put words into writing than to say them out loud, there's something about the connection between my brain and my fingers that helps me find what I want to say, yet I struggle to access this level of coherence when I'm speaking. My friend rocked my world recently by … Continue reading Write it out loud: dictation for writing
Penis doodles: what’s that all about?
My ten year old son came home from school yesterday talking animatedly and knowledgably about penises and vagina's. I don't think I've seen him this excited about learning in school since the day they had a visit from an African drumming crew, he was enthralled! It was charming and hilarious at the same time (yes, … Continue reading Penis doodles: what’s that all about?
The Art of Compassionate Arguing
The Art of Compassionate Arguing I recently returned from a week’s holiday with eighteen relatives and friends to celebrate a family birthday. The trip was filled with love and laughter, but there were also some lively discussions (arguments, if you want to get technical) between me and another family member who we’ll call ‘Stevie.’ I … Continue reading The Art of Compassionate Arguing
Ten days of silence: My Vipassana Meditation Experience
The first question most people ask is, why? Why would you want to spend ten days meditating in complete silence: no phone, no books, no distractions? I still don’t have a good answer, I only know that I did, and that’s a good enough reason for me these days. I had a few last-minute nerves … Continue reading Ten days of silence: My Vipassana Meditation Experience
Parenting in Hindsight: the toddler years
Surrounded by toddlers and pre-schoolers at my nephew’s fourth birthday party, I looked on with empathetic amusement as the parents of these bundles of energy did their best to mitigate destruction and injury, and realised I have a lot to reflect on about parenting in the toddler years. I miss the sweetness of my kids, … Continue reading Parenting in Hindsight: the toddler years
Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination
Each day I wake up with one intent: to write as much as I can. In the morning I’ll start off with some journaling and a poem. I can often find time for a blog post here and there, but my sticking point is stories. Short stories come easier than longer ones, but the hardest … Continue reading Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination