You came to me last night as you promised you would Under cloak of night a million blinking night sky eyes like fire flies bearing witness to our secret rendezvous Where I poured out my heart and hopes beneath your watchful gaze so silent still, and in the silence in the space between the breath…
Tag: Relaxation
To prognosticate or not to prognosticate
“So what’s your prognosis?” If I had a pound for every time someone asked that question, well, I could probably fund a feet-up, rub-down weekend at Champneys. But I’m just going to say it – it royally p***** me off! I made the choice not to ask for my oncologist’s prognosis as to my impending mortality….
Talk Update – Cancer and The Art of Living – with Leah Bracknell January 18th 2018
Hello Everyone, I just wanted to check in and say thank you SO much for such a positive response and support for the talk – Cancer And the Art of Living on January 18th 2018 in London. Just to clarify I shall be giving a talk inspired by my blogs somethingbeginningwithc.com and my…
Cancer and The Art of Living – an Evening with Leah Bracknell
What would you do if you were diagnosed with a terminal disease? In September 2016, after surviving a sudden life-threatening illness, actress Leah Bracknell heard the shocking words we all dread. “Sorry. You have stage 4 cancer” With no option of surgery, ‘palliative’ chemotherapy was all that was offered to her. Based on her blog…
The Song of KooKuri
Yesterday, I began to write a story. I didn’t know until it started that it would feature a girl, an egg, a yew tree and a feather. But it did. Then I went for a walk amongst the corn rows, as the sun set and a hush fell, just as the giant stalks were coming…
A Guided Meditation through the Senses for Deep Relaxation.
A gift for you. A moment of serenity and peace and escape from the world and all its cares. Give yourself permission to stop what you are doing, switch of your phone and computer, and simply relax. Lose yourself in a gentle, guided relaxation through the senses. Surrender to the healing and restorative power of…
The Journey
Above Two buzzards circling, Sky-spiralling. Spread-winged, eagle-eyed, in freedom flight, spring soaring. Roaring by Gone now in a flash, the bat of an eye, the beat of my heart, the train speeds on and life flashes by. This journey wears a groove in my life, deeper it cuts each time I say “Return to London,…
Saggy not Loose.
The LW ladies were absolutely lovely. Not at all intimidating, nor indeed remotely loose, but genuinely warm and friendly. In fact everyone was. I was bowled over by their generosity. In make up, Jenni McAlpine and I played the “have we met before?” game, decided that we probably had somewhere in our past, and chatted…
Enchantment at the water’s edge.
When I went down to the water’s edge, where the trees give way to clearing, where dark gives way to light, and long night succumbs to day, I met a man. Just sitting he was. His back to me as he faced the graceful pool of water. “Come, sit beside me” he said. And I…
Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet.
“I’m so SO sorry . . . . . . . . . . . . “ was all she said. There was no need to finish the sentence. When a Macmillan nurse arrives unannounced at your hospital bedside there’s really only one way the conversation is heading. I had sensed it before she came…
Something beginning with C 