As talented Eva @leelacat kindly gave me her permission to use this brilliant illustration, I managed to complete the first version of my art therapy website/blog soon to be overflowing with thoughts, colours and ideas. Like me - it's work in progress, and I trust its organic structure will allow for the steady growth. Whilst bending all the rules which have been so sensibly introduced to me during three long years of the professional training, it has its purpose. It's the actual experience and practice that led me this way, and hopefully it will all make sense. I do believe that mental health still needs to be talked about and talked about in the much more open manner. Therapists, mentors, coaches and counsellors need to be seen as approachable, genuinely human, even tangible. Stripped of our personalities, sitting in the semi-bright rooms, surrounded by those picture-less walls, we often separate ourselves from the 'real'. Navigating those necessary boundaries within the professional practice is a challenge, and I am facing it, sharing my thoughts about the world and human nature. Link in bio (ah! finally my turn to say it) *******Looking and seeing, thinking and feeling, stopping and touching. Smelling and licking, throwing and kicking, dancing and sticking. Drawing and sewing, laughing and crying. Living. And doing it in a slightly more conscious, informed manner - thinking about the self, others and the world*******
So today we lost another member of the recovery family out doing his job helping a stranded motorist, he won't be going home to his family tonight. That's three accidents in two days involving recovery drivers on the roadside, one death, one injury and one lucky near miss. Please could all my friends (especially those not connected to recovery) copy the picture below as a status and explain to all your friends what it is about. REDUCE SPEED, INDICATE AND MOVE OVER to give us room to work safely. It is scary enough when your recovering on the side of the motorway and cars are passing literally two feet away from you doing 70mph whilst your trying to concentrate on a safe recovery using heavy equipment AND keep an eye on the traffic because you know that one small lapse in concentration from an on coming vehicle and you won't be going home. THIS IS REAL please share and explain so we can get the message out there. thank you #recovery#move#moveover#slow#slowdown#amber#beacons#rescue#4themergencyservice
Friday night alone time to celebrate Autumn Equinox to meditate on all I'm grateful for and my favourite things. My home, some very loyal, trusting and supportive friends, my loving family, my Monty and of course yoga.
So often I spend my time coming from a place of lack, what I'm missing or don't have, so today has been an important lesson!
Walking to school and picking up my little human is the best part of working from home on a Friday. I miss her every day but especially lately with so much travel and many late nights catching up. Time for some mother-daughter bonding. Can't wait to hear all about the playground drama of the day!
"Three things can not be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth." -Buddha
Autumn. Seeing the leaves wilt until they brown and crackle and scuttle across pavement. Seeing the green go up into flames of orange, yellow, red. Seeing the trees stand stark and unadorned. Feeling the cool settle in and the darkness of night lingering longer. Birds emigrate. Animals prepare for hibernation. Preparations for the last of the year's harvest are underway. The countdown to years end begins.
It's a curious time. It's a time for warmth and colour and home, but it's also a time for death, dormancy, and change. We are so wired for progression; especially in the present day we aspire for better, faster, richer, sleeker, younger, and advancements in our technology has made it possible to be on the go all the time. We have 24/7 stores, we can easily make contact with people on the other side of the world, we can import any food from any part of the world, our homes are well lit, heated, full of food and comfort. We have systematically eradicated any notion of inconvenience in the West.
And yet this season of stark and cold and decay surrounds us and reminds us of the necessity of death and withdrawal and quiet. We aren't meant to be on the go all the time. We can't be fruitful all the time. There is a cycle of death and rebirth at the core of all things. Some things should wilt and decay and die. Some things will lie dormant. Sometimes we have to stand stark and unadorned. Sometimes we have to be quiet. Sometimes we have to slow down. We have bought into the lie that life is a race and we have to be sprinting and then we wonder why so many people are suffering from anxiety, stress, depression, low self esteem, exhaustion, and crippling discontentment. Life is not a race nor a sprint. Life is a dance, life is the ebb and flow of the ocean, life is a road trip, life is a song with varying tempo and pauses; life is both the roar of wildfire and the slow smoulder of embers, life is both the blossom of summer and the starkness of winter, life is both advance and retreat. We would do well to remember this; that it's ok to let some things die, it's sometimes necessary to slow down, and that dormancy will not last forever either x
I just finished a challenging run– which would have been an easy run for me a year ago (#grace), but life happens + brings so much unexpected change, and as I tried to hold on + ride the waves, I found myself needing slower, more careful movement (like yoga). While I didn't capture any photos of my beautiful run through Prospect Park, I did think of this little space, and the sound of my feet on the pavement and the music in my ears led my thoughts to this one– this person who has infused my life with his own creativity and truth and joy; who has quietly whispered encouragements of growth and change and bigger love.