Get It Write
"I'm interested in doing your workshop but the idea of writing intimidates me..." I've heard this often. It seems the very act of picking up a pen and relaying thoughts and feelings can become burly & threatening, like a school…
The Games We Played
Growing up in the 70's & 8o's we always had one cupboard stuffed with board games. Piled up boxes splitting at the corners and bulging at the seams because the components had been hurriedly shoved inside at the close of…
A Question In The Air
I'm back. Extrordianry how disconnecting for a week can leave you feeling so much more connected. My computer is still acting skittish though. Maybe he doesn't trust me now. Lilly, my dog, is behaving a bit oddly as well. I've…
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Next week I'm leaving my computer. It's just a trial separation. It's something we've been considering for a while now. I've begun to notice we make each other edgy. I'm aware of a disturbing co-dependancy. An unhealthy pull. As if…
And Then Again
I spoke to my sister in London yesterday who told me that spring is in in the air. She works at a school, and she noticed that the children had finally emerged from their thick puffy coats and were running…
SLOW DOWN and BREATHE
Each week a Write To Be You Reflective Writing Workshop has a different theme. Yesterday's group were reminded by a big sign taped to my front door to SLOW DOWN and BREATHE. Sounds easy enough, but can be hard to achieve when…
Let Me Give You Some Advice (Not)
Advice is a funny thing. We ask for it, but don't always listen to it. Or we don't ask for it, but have it forced upon us anyway. There are certain things that we can advise others on effortlessly, but…
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…
Finding Fortune
My father has been dead for many years, but if I were to glance up and find him sitting on my couch, legs propped on my coffee table, swearing at a Lakers game, I would not be shocked. He might…
Golden Goldberg
Natalie Goldberg, for those of you who are unfamiliar, is an extraordinary woman who paints, writes and guides others in their writing practice. When I was twenty, I discovered her book "Writing Down the Bones" and devoured it. The experience…