18th June 1994

23 years on and that date is seared in my mind as strongly as it has ever been. The worst day of my life. A day that irrevocably changed the lives of so many people like ripples forming in a pond. No – more like waves crashing around a huge boulder rammed into the once … More 18th June 1994

Befuddled Brain and Lead Limbs – Burn-out with a Mountain Backdrop

A feeling I’m not unused to, especially since I’ve been recovering from burn-out. A feeling that reminds of a hangover, eyes squinty, limbs heavy, no coordination, requiring herculean effort to walk up the stairs or even tap away on this keyboard. After hauling myself slowly up the stairs, which I can at other times cavort … More Befuddled Brain and Lead Limbs – Burn-out with a Mountain Backdrop

Migrating north – is authenticity the key to my energy?

As it warms up in south India I migrate northwards. Leaving the dizzy-making heat behind me, my body starts to recognise itself in the cooler climes; enjoying the cool nights, snuggling in a hoody and socks. I’m starting to feel the healthy impulses to carry out my small daily routines that were disrupted in the … More Migrating north – is authenticity the key to my energy?

Watching the Ebb and Flow of my Energy – recovering from burn-out

Over the past month I’ve been finding a sense of balance. I’ve been taken in by an Indian family in Kerala; really been welcomed to their home and allowed to consider it my home too. I’ve had the chance just to take care of myself, not having to even worry about day to day planning, … More Watching the Ebb and Flow of my Energy – recovering from burn-out

The Phoenix

A tribute to Barb McAllister, my friend and guide. For seeing me; for inspiring me to emerge.     My work. My life. My journey. Resembled in the image indelibly etched onto my body. Facing pain, this time of my own choosing, physical pain that becomes beauty on my skin.   Taking control of my … More The Phoenix

Life is like a lasagne

So far in India I’ve been overwhelmed with the way things have worked out. The number of people who have been looking out for me, the amount of care, love and understanding I have received. Everything has worked out just perfectly. But I’m starting to notice a pattern; my fears layering this beautiful journey like … More Life is like a lasagne