Nick Cave's latest Red Hand Files went straight to my heart. I've been focused on my flaws this week, wrestling with my family estrangement and old wounds.
But in the midst of this grief, something clicked. After almost 20 years of working with writers, I know I need something more alongside it. Another way to help people not connected wi…
I I have come to understand that there is very little I can say I know for definite.
Reading the Tao Te Ching, made me see that and also accept that’s okay. I used to think I needed answers for everything. Every uncertainty felt like a problem to solve. ☯️
Now I sit with my morning tea and read, and the more I learn the less I know for sur…
A text from my childhood friend this morning: 'I'm sorry about your dad. My mum just told me.'
Strange how the universe chooses to deliver news despite my attempts to stop it. Someone I haven't spoken to in many years, reaching across time to tell me he's gone.
I keep telling myself nobody is ever just one thing and trying to find one pure happy memory of him. Just one.
But every time, the memory darkens - his anger and his violence cast shadows over everything.
I'm floating somewhere between relie…
Writers tell me they can find their authentic voice in community.
That's what happens at our Mindful Writing Marathons.
No critiques. No judgments. Just 10-minute bursts of raw creativity sparked by single words.
Sometimes the unexpected writing path is the one you need to take.
This Saturday, 14:00 UK time. Two hours of dedicated writing ti…
Last week, I stared at my screen for an hour, trying to write about my father. The truth felt too raw, too dangerous.
I've burned bridges with my writing before. Lost friends. Made family members cry. Had my stepmother shout at me down the phone until my husband grabbed it off her saying “That’s enough!”
That’s why I’m teaching others ho…