“In God I trust, I shall not be afraid” – Psalm 56:11 The photograph today was taken when I was on my pilgrimage through Spain, the Camino Ignaciano. Fearless that I am, I set out the first time with no map, a GPS a dear friend thrust into my hands but I had no clue
Category: Battling depression
It wasn’t too long ago that I was getting the house ready for Advent, Christmas, New Year, and most importantly, the arrival of my daughter from Florence. Once she was here my world was whole again, and whatever was missing or felt hollow was suddenly filled. But all good things come to an end, and
“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.”-John O’Donohue, Anam
If Santa were allowed to have some fun on Christmas and were let loose around the German Christmas markets for some mulled wine (Glühwein), he would indeed end up doing the pole dance on one of Berlin’s numerous old-fashioned street lamps, especially if he visited all 80 Christmas markets in the city! Christmas in Germany
Nothing about life is easy, especially when the going gets tough. There are, however, endless ways of coping. My favourite method is meditation and silence, but failing that I resort to aroma therapy. Whilst some indulge in retail therapy, drugs or alcohol to transport their souls to a better place, I need my comfort scents.
Sleep deprivation and other issues are haunting me at the moment, draining me of energy faster than my freezer can defrost. It has been an eventful week, to say the least, but also one where I have had several Eureka! moments, bringing me peace of mind. Before anything else, indulge me and let me get
It has taken me over three years to learn how to eat alone and enjoy it, but time heals all wounds and teaches the best lessons. As I sit at my breakfast table this morning, basking in the serenity of my conservatory, surrounded by plants, purring cats, music in the background, and warm candlelight bringing
It may no longer politically correct to acknowledge publicly that there are certain songs from the 70s and 80s that I hang on to, and with each passing decade in my life mean more to me than ever before, but I am willing to take that chance. Many will cringe at the name of Michael
Ever had one of those days where you felt like a sitting duck (Lockente or pato de señuelo) in the middle of a pond waiting to get shot? Ask any young mother with toddlers or middle-aged parents of teenagers acting out. If you don’t have children in the difficult ages (or a blissfully out of
An encapsulation of my life. As I wrote this morning, it is all about connecting the dots. Although this was taken a while back, I had an inexplicable urge to retrieve this image and apply everything I learned over the years in terms of processing, guided by the inner light. In spite of the unknown
