Composting Life

I was sitting with a 91 year old man yesterday morning. He tried to eat his breakfast as his wife kept pampering him, reminding him to tuck his serviette into his collar. “Here my darling, let me do it, it just keeps falling out and you’re going to ruin your clean shirt.” His long body…

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Taking the plunge into Couple’s Therapy

As they arrive at my consultation room, I usher them to the therapy couch. It is just wide enough for them to sit comfortably apart but not wide enough for them to avoid each other.  If she wanted she could simply turn the other way and look through my books on the bookshelf, while he reads…

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I meet myself in a Labyrinth

Enter the labyrinth. The crunch of stones beneath my feet. The chime of wind in the trees. A canvas, calling me away from my own neurotic tale. Stories upon stories turning their pages through the stillness of the morning. I turn, only to meet myself again. A young man on a padded matt, tying knots…

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Relationships are Therapy: Part4 #Love and its disappointments.

  I can clearly remember her sitting there, perched like a ballerina on the edge of a saffron cushion. So poised, so elegant. Listening with great attention to what the meditation teacher (Rob Nairn) had to say.  She was oblivious to me sitting there, tracing her every move and contour. She looked so elegant, exotic…

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Relationships are Therapy: Part 3 #Boundaries & Vulnerability

“I think you’re very fluid with your boundaries!” That’s what my last therapist told me, his eyes following mine as I tried to look away, him steadily patting the miniature pinscher on his lap.   At first I wanted to take it as a compliment but the emphasis on “very” made me realise that he actually…

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Relationships are Therapy: Part2 #Accountability

My father gassed himself in his car one night. I only found out the following morning but I knew exactly how he did it. I knew because the first time he tried it I must have been only 10 years old. He had left the house in a tantrum that night and, by chance, I…

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