The Space Between Stories
As part of an online course offered by Charles Eisenstein, I have been prompted to share a personal example of the space between stories. (For
Tuesday 7 April, 2020
As part of an online course offered by Charles Eisenstein, I have been prompted to share a personal example of the space between stories. (For
The world is increasingly in lockdown and life as we have hitherto known it is breaking down, yet my recurring thought amongst all the fear
Pink has always been my favourite colour. But for decades, paradoxically, it wasn’t. At some point in my childhood, I chose a different one. At
The exercise was straightforward, the instructions clear. We were given a warm-up scenario, and simply asked to agree or disagree. A line had been drawn
It was a day of masks, fairy stories, and a contemplative walk in nature. A day of significant conversations and deepening connections; of listening and
I somehow felt better in myself this morning. More relaxed. There are a number of contributing factors – it’s Friday, I’m free again today, and
Immediately after posting the previous piece, I took to my mat again. My body was just as stiff and painful as it has been for
I was already tired when I attended Tuesday’s Qi Gong class. I was in more pain than usual, too. I’d toyed with the idea of
Continuing the theme of trust from the previous post, this one is the result of a conversation with the same friend who inspired the entries,
Scrolling through the blog archive, I came across an entry called ‘It’s What You Say, Not How You Say It’. It addresses a small element
For a few weeks now, the pain of a swollen knee has induced a combination of caution and conscious, deliberate movement. More pain, for no
Written reflections inevitably lead to insights, and it’s easy to assume that the work has been done. But there is a depth to our discoveries
I began this review of 2019 with the impression that my resolution from last year had not lasted long. The more I reflected, however, the
This post concludes the series of three pieces, all of which are inspired by the poem below. It was written by my dad, and when
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