Virginia Woolf wrote ‘A room of one’s own’ (which I must re-read). It is a long essay arguing for the importance of intellectual freedom and financial independence for women. At the time that she wrote, this sentiment, was radical; that one could be in a couple and yet have a room of one’s … Read more
I think I’ve spent a lot of my life disembodied; without my body.
Not that I haven’t had a body of course, just that I think for many years my body was merely the machinery which was used to carry my mind around. The only real time that I noticed my body was to pick … Read more
Today I want to be at the sweat lodge. Today I want to be with my kids. I can’t do both. I’m sitting at home writing this rather than driving to the sweat lodge because I chose family over spirituality. How can mothers combine the two?
I hate the word ‘spirituality’ for all … Read more
A couple of people got in touch after the last blog wondering how and if they should tell their story. These on one hand are normal people, raising families, going to work, living life; nothing special. On the other hand, these are people who have really lived through some hard stuff and come out the … Read more
Death seems to be having a feeding frenzy this year. David Bowie, Caroline Aherne, Alan Rickman, Muhammad Ali, Prince, Victoria Lane, Ronnie Corbett, Paul Daniels and Terry Wogan to name some. These are the people and names I grew up with. My mum loved Terry Wogan and he was the breakfast time voice, after Jimmy … Read more