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When Thinking Feels Safer Than Feeling. Have you ever been told, even by your therapist, that you intellectualise your feelings? I have....

Living Outside the Lines. To live outside the lines is to first realise we live within them. I was inspired to write Living Outside the...

. Sometimes constant exertion is all we know. Sometimes this performance is a behaviour we learned; to be productive is to be valuable...

I realise I should  have posted a blog on Sunday. There was one, half-written in drafts, not yet fully formed. But it didn’t feel right...

Thistle & Butterfly There is a quiet kind of comfort I find in the sight of a thistle. Whether it’s nestled in the grass by a lay-by,...

If you are reading this I welcome you. With open arms and an open heart, I thank you for being here. Whatever path has brought you, instinct, curiosity, a piqued interest or a brief pause in absent-minded scrolling, you are here. Now.

There's a spot by my back door. It is familiar, grounding, my 'go - to' space. It is not particularly elegant or beautiful. But it is my space. It doesn't have soft cushions, gentle lighting or soothing comfort. Yet, it holds me in the only way a place of familiarity can. I find myself here again, aware of the world moving and living around me.