I am not studying Philosophy, it is studying me.
My thesis begins with the hope of no ending. In other words it follows Buddhist scholar, Stephen Batchelor’s encouragement “that we allow ourselves to be a mystery for ourselves rather …
Buddhist Practice as Existential Therapy
Buddhism as an existential Practice What if Buddhism could be seen as, essentially, an existential practice? In other words, it asks questions like: “what is this thing that I am?”, …
What do your desires disclose?
I sometimes forget that I am meant to be a “sex therapist”. My journey of becoming one started in my early twenties, long before I had actually qualified. I worked …
Who the hell do you think you are?
What is it that psychotherapy is meant to be doing? This is a question that I am, by necessity, obsessed with. Michael Foucault thought that paying someone to tell you …
How did we get here?
It was some time ago now. Looking back, it feels like another life that someone else was living for me. But it wasn’t too long ago after all; almost yesterday …
Why All Lives Matter
The other day I posted this image I had captured with the sentiment “all lives matter”. Apparently, this is readable as a “rebuttal” to the recent social media meme #blacklivesmatter. …
Tata ma Chance
It has always concerned me how my children felt fearful at the presence of someone in police uniform. I am not sure how that came about. Perhaps the legacy of …
Condemned to be Free
I didn’t walk this morning. Sometimes it’s a freedom to go inward rather than outward. I took the time to write. To double check the date on the side of …
True Progress is in Awareness
I haven’t been able to ignore how there is a seeming increase in numbers of birds announcing the wake of dawn. The natural world making itself known. It’s soothing on …
Truth, Responsibility and Freedom
It’s 4.30am. Somehow the waves seem louder at this time of almost-day. The voluminous crash washes over my half-made thoughts. It’s a welcome intrusion. I try and use it to …