Tales of discovering light, love and laughter within the ordinariness of our extraordinary lives
Mary was a lady in her mid-fifties who described herself as ‘mildly depressed’ and lacking motivation. She was a sweet lady – gentle and reflective, but also apologetic. She explained that her life was good. She had a loving family, a nice job, good friends and
Here I sit, typing away to the sounds of my 21 yr old daughter packing her suitcase as she gets ready to go on holiday with some friends. And I have nothing to do. And that feels very odd. Actually, not exactly nothing to do. I
In my last blog I talked about a friend who thought that I was a relationship counsellor, which I’m not, or am I? I’m sure that I’m not a counsellor, more of a facilitator or teacher I guess. I call myself a coach but even that
About twenty years ago I went to Ikea in North London, probably to have a look around and maybe try the meatballs. I can’t remember if we actually bought anything. We often didn’t. What I do remember is that my son James was with me and