Some teachers will stay with you forever. Miss Brown was one such teacher for me. In a sea of unkind, cruel faces she smiled. That’s what I remember about her. That she smiled and sometimes all it takes is someone smiling at you when you are a little person overwhelmed by eczema, family conflict, and maths to know that the world is okay. My son … Continue reading Teachers: The Good, the bad & the ugly
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember. Continue reading Warning: Kindness is Dope
Dear Kids Whilst no parent has all the answers and whilst this mama is constantly, still learning, know this for sure: You are never alone Travel is the best teacher “No” is a good word. Use it often. It’s particularly lovely when there’s a dead silence and you offer no explanations “Please” and “thank you” never goes out of fashion Water heals. Oceans. Tears. 2 … Continue reading Dear Kids (A reflection from a greying Mama’s Heart)
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
My approach to its healing has been quite simple, actually. Like a good mother, I have looked primarily at INFECTION PREVENTION. Continue reading Do you have a heart-wound after a LOSS? If so, come listen to my story….
Hardly 24 hours after my mother died, someone walked up to me with the soul (yes soul) purpose of telling me that they were “angry” with me. They felt further entitled to pour out the details, as though I had any capacity whosoever to indulge such a “sharing” at that particular moment in my life. The more I reflected on that emotional ambush … Continue reading The Call to Rip off the Band-Aid
I believe in rituals. I believe that our talents evolve, our fantasies change, our goals shift. I believe that allowing ourselves the space to create freely is a great indulgence. I believe in a vision, mission and life policy that allows for edits. I believe in the smell of babies. I believe that “I understand” are among the most beautiful, healing words. I believe in … Continue reading I Believe in Rituals II
He was 12 years old. He had lost both his parents tragically. His grandmother was looking after him but he was really the one looking after her. She was very old and very blind.
This kid was exhausted. Mentally and psychologically drained.
Continue reading The 12 Year Old who melted my heart (and then broke it)
I believe in Champagne I believe that lasagne has super powers I believe in pink I believe in angels I believe that good hair makes you feel like a princess I believe in photo albums, walks on the beach and being silly I believe that travel is the best university I believe that hard work, modesty, good manners and a black pencil skirt will never … Continue reading I Believe in Champagne