As a visual person, I picture  individual power as a white glow in the centre of each human.  It’s yours.  It belongs to you. I imagine it as a sacred site from which everything materialises.  Although gentle, this white glow isn’t a passive state, rather a steadfast and rooted energy, anchored in a deep place of knowing.   If you bring to mind a baby or young child, you can see they almost certainly know what they want (and are not afraid to tell you).  Communicating via scr

Dear clients (past and present),   I wanted to let you know that I often think about you, even after you’re long gone from the therapy room. I wonder how you’re getting on during the week. I wonder how you’re getting on in your life. I remember that thing you said that time that was so profound, it had me reeling for days.  Maybe I told you that when you said it.  Maybe I didn’t . I remember your vulnerability and how it was devastatingly liberating for you to say that thing

This afternoon, I played on the park with a friend’s daughter.  Excitedly bouncing between apparatus, eager to demonstrate all the ways...

My 96-year-old neighbour grows his own fruits and vegetables.   Nurturing them tenderly day after day, his garden gifts bountiful arrays...

I cut a tree down at the front of my house last week.  Not a whole, big tree, a small one that had grown pretty wild.  It sprawled so far...

I saw my first butterfly of the year yesterday. A beautiful reminder of how things come and go. When I looked in the mirror this...

As I wind down to close of practice for the festive season, I am reminded of the time of year and ‘tis the season. ’ The starkness of...

Sometimes, I wonder how you even made it through my door (after all that you’ve been through). Sometimes, I marvel at how you carry all...

We’ve all heard the phrase – seen the posts, read the books.  There’s even a ‘living my best life’ song on repeat, accompanying countless...

Last weekend I went swimming to a local leisure centre.  As I walked towards the pool area, I felt a visceral memory surge. I immediately...

This week, I watched our Prime Minister offer a speech on reforming welfare.  Whilst I am a therapist, not a politician, in essence, the...

“What do you need?” “Errrr, sorry?” “What do you need?” “Uh, I don’t know.”  “Haven’t a clue.” The above is commonplace, particularly in...

What’s expected of you?  Is it to be brave?  Beautiful?  Clever?  Quiet?  Hard working?  Composed?  Strong?  Handsome?  Level-headed? ...

I have a visceral memory of being at primary school.  I was seven years old.  It was music class (my favourite) and the teacher was...

Last weekend, I sat down to experiment (have a play) with watercolour paints.  Although I’d never describe myself as ‘an artist’, I have...

You’re sitting on the chair in your therapy session.  You’re going through the motions.  You’re there, but you’re not.  Your therapist is...

I like to go out walking most days.  It’s become a kind of meditative practice for me.  I enjoy being as present as I can.  This...

In life, sometimes, things can be really, reeeaaalllyyy hard.  They just can.  Things like (but not limited to): ·       Times ·      ...

“I could probably do with speaking to someone about stuff, but there’s no way I’m going to.”  I hear this a lot (especially when I meet...

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has seen the quotes, the memes, the messages that go a little like: ‘Never let your heart rule your...