We live in an economy of glamour. An environment that rewards appearances, presentation, titles and performance. Advertising trades in this currency, and social media intensely accelerated the phenomenon. We polish the surface, whilst quietly neglecting the soil beneath it….
Read MoreRecently, I had a dream. In this dream, my friend Dan and I met up in Hampstead Heath. He was sitting on a bench behind some shrubs waiting for me. When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat, and I was filled with eager anticipation.
Dan died in 2024. In my dream, as I was walking towards him, I understood he was, in fact, dead….
Read MoreI am noticing things.
About energy.
About remaining in one’s and the potential of that.
About keeping focus and staying true, and in integrity.
Read MoreI’ve been stripped of all comforts: bed, blanket, shower, chair, toothbrush, brush, mobile phone (and its entertainments), most foods and drinks, my beloved nail polish, clothes, friends, boyfriend, clients, work, pilates. It’s simply me, no frills, no distraction.
Read MoreIntimacy is a hot topic. It fascinates and also causes unease. Intimacy is a tender, at times elusive space that needs to be surrendered to gently, akin to lowering oneself inch by inch into a bubble bath that is just a little too hot.
Read MoreHow come so many of us are challenged to set boundaries and to embrace our authentic selves in relationships with other human beings?
I realized with dismay that somewhere along the path of ‘growing up’ I had lost the ability to reveal myself, make myself vulnerable. I want to be playful, courageous and connected in my life, but it is difficult when wearing a rigid shell of self-protection.
Read MoreSubsequently of having crashed into the embankment of the river, we had picked up an additional passenger. A hairy, hand-sized, black tarantula, which stood in sharp contrast to the man’s white polo shirt, whose shoulder it was now sitting on.
Read MoreIn May 2016, I started the following self-experiment: To have one hundred conversations purely aimed at exposing my soft underbelly. Metaphorically speaking and, in actual terms, make myself vulnerable.
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