Relaxing. I wish I could. I don't know why I can't. The internal dialogue in my head is just waiting for someone to find me out, accuse me of something I should have done or done better or done before or faster or whatever. So I stay tense, and unsure of myself, and it's really... Continue Reading →
For the Birds
I'm slowly becoming a birder. A lot of my childhood was spent with my father shushing me while he looked at something through his binoculars, so there's history behind this. However, one of the things I really got from my dad was not a love of bird watching, but just the idea that all things... Continue Reading →
Madness and Tolerance
I just finished my friend Helen Taylor's memoir love lay down beside me and we wept. It is a dissection of her depression which took her as far as a very nearly successful suicide attempt. I knew from meeting her that she is a perfectionist, and that her inner critic wants to tell her that... Continue Reading →
The Way to Hell is Paved….
So there's two competing philosophies between "Fool me once, shame on you; Fool me twice shame on me" and "Turning the other cheek". One says that we should learn from our mistakes and if we make the same ones again, it's kind of our fault, the other says that we should give things a second... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 