Blow Me Away

Peanut butter on crackers was the closest I came to meditating today. Sometimes just chewing and daydreaming does the trick. Today’s chewing found me pondering the perils of marketing my workshops. I’m going to be a little lazy here and…

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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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Braking Habits

I have a vivid memory of sitting in a café with a trusted friend, many moons ago, lamenting my then relationship. I had quite the shopping list. Why couldn’t my 'other half' be different? Why couldn’t all my love and…

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Every Person’s Life

In 1987 renowned Gestalt psychotherapist, Erving Polster, wrote a book called “Every Person’s Life is Worth a Novel”.  In this book he writes: Stories must not only be told, but also heard. What is said gains value from the listeners…

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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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A Desert Garden

There is a garden that I pass in my neighbourhood when I walk with Lilly in the mornings. It is a desert garden, punctuated with muted greens, spiky leaves, bursts of yellow and purple, and an array of thorny cacti.…

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A Small Window

When I first started writing 'Playing Along' I did so as an antidote to the heaviness of my 'other' work. I had recently completed my masters degree in psychotherapy and I was working with individual clients - adults and children…

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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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A Wish for My Daughter

My daughter turned twelve this week. I remember twelve.  Something about twelve made me want to linger. Maybe it was because I knew it was my last year before lurching into teenagedom. Somehow at twelve stickers and stuffed animals still…

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