(Lion of Judah – Sophie Wilkins) Don’t take away my hope, it isn’t yours to steal Stop…
Tag: Visualisation
Death and the Elephant
There are some days not quite as bright as others, even when the sun is shining. The dark clouds of grief, or fear, or anger, or helplessness just roll on in like an impending storm to obliterate any rays of hope and possibility. The elephant in the room looms impossibly loud and large, knocking the…
When No One’s Looking
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…
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…
Blink
Look! Do you see? There it goes again Slipping through my fingers just like that like a half heard whisper the taste of a half remembered kiss the scent of a childhood memory buried at the bottom of the chest beneath a lifetime of laughter, love and loss. Time waits for no man, so they…
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 