For many, being vulnerable with their body means styling it in novel ways or exposing it to others. Taking a chance on new fashions, or feeling vulnerable with our flesh under the gaze of others. But to me, being vulnerable with my body means the slow unravelling of conditioning, of the voices of others that have permeated my skin, which I now choose to wash out. It’s stepping into an unexplored frontier, with few guides and many voices of doubt.…
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Returning Light
Read moreThis morning, as I sit in my bed, cup of tea in hand, the sun is flooding my covers and, for the first time since autumn, hitting me in the face. It should feel a very welcome return, a sign of spring and returning light to be appreciated. And yet… The sunny early spring days are no doubt energising and uplifting, after the long days of dark. Their warmth feels strengthening on my skin and on our garden. But I…
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A Fruitful Life
Read moreA nut to crack or a delicious fruit to ripen? I’ve come to realise that we can’t be nutcrackers, weilding what we think are the right tools, ready to crack the ‘nuts’ of our children’s education or our own personal development: these things are ripening fruit, on their own unique timeline, which shouldn’t be rushed if we are to get the full juicy delicious flavour. So water, feed and wait. A fruitful life is worth waiting for and comes in…