December Light

It’s been six months since I've posted on the blog. How to begin again after such a long and unplanned break? Begin again. One breath after another. One word after another. One thought after another, stretching out stiff limbs, like…

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If Only Shmonly…

I started wearing glasses when I was two. Horn-rimmed frames with magnifying lenses that made my eyes look like marbles. Top that with a frizzy bonnet of mad hair and I resembled a miniature version of Garth from Wayne's World.…

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Be Childish!

This is what I know. When we think too much about something it becomes overbaked. Mushy. Charred. Over thinking contaminates the dress-up box that is our right brain. Over thinking can apply the brakes to our creativity with an ear…

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Beware the Slippery Slope

I have imperfection on the mind. We could all benefit from opening our arms wide to the flaws, the crinkles and wrinkles, the messy, nubby bits of life that tempt us to smooth everything out so we can see our…

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Behind the Bully

I’ve been reading too many stories about bullying recently. Shocking tales of young people driven to distraction by relentless torment. Heart crushing accounts of teenagers posting videos on YouTube detailing their harassment and hours later taking their own lives. It's…

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Have Patience With Passion

I love the idea of following your passion. Stalking the things you lust after in life with a determined stride - a cartoon heart pulsating through your sweater. Ba boom ba boom! Photograph by Kai Hendry (Creative Commons) But what…

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Strangling Stereotypes

Photograph by Chloe Green 2012 Meeting someone at a party or social occasion and revealing to them that you've trained to be a psychotherapist, usually evokes a discernible reaction. Not always a pleasant one. Scenarios I've encountered: The Escape Artist…

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Shifting the Balance

I have a skin condition called Vitilgo.  Vitiligo is an autoimmune disorder that causes pigment to disappear.  My body is scattered with randomly shaped patches and spots that have lost all colour.  I've named them my islands of white.  Thousands…

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Risk It

Attempting anything new is always a risk. We risk being vulnerable. Feeling exposed. We risk getting it 'wrong' and feeling uncomfortable, or at worst having to battle the dreaded, loathsome enemy - shame. Shame is a such a visceral, pervasive…

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