Category Archives: Fun
Faith over fear
Faith over fear. Trust over terror. Or trust over turmoil. Or trust over tears. What would it feel like to believe the world is a benevolent place? To trust that everything is working out for the best and will continue … Continue reading
Turning it around
I posted this picture in my Facebook group, Being Real, Becoming Whole, the other week and I wanted to share what I wrote with you too, as well as to remind myself of the magic that can happen when I … Continue reading
Living the dream
It’s not always like this. In fact, the past few days haven’t been great. My washing machine head has been on spin cycle, thoughts thrashing around inside at high speed, keeping me up in the night as I flip from … Continue reading
Progress, not perfection
I have a habit at this time of year – a time when many of us take stock of what’s gone before – to start fretting about all the things I haven’t achieved or accomplished in the previous 12 months. … Continue reading
Looking forward
It’s been a while since I made New Year’s resolutions. I decided a while back that they no longer served me – I would set myself unrealistic goals then beat myself up for not sticking to them. In the past, … Continue reading
Faith and uncertainty
I asked a friend of mine the other night who’s been married for some 13 or so years and who still looked totally in love with his wife how on earth that was possible. What was their secret? How had … Continue reading
Magic moments
I started this blog on the shady terrace mentioned below, the Pacific Ocean just a short walk away. I continued it in the comfort of my London home, to the gentle hum of the washing machine. And I finished it … Continue reading
Alone but not lonely
If I’d written this blog a day or two ago, as I stood with my feet in the Pacific Ocean surf and watched the sky turn pink above me, it would have read differently. Back then, as my toes sank … Continue reading
The life I want to lead
Have you ever had the feeling that the life you’re leading is so far removed from what you want it to be or what you expected it to be at this age or stage of your existence? I had that … Continue reading
A Mexican memoir
On Wednesday evening, confined to the sofa with a blanket and hot water bottle by an annoying cold and driving rain, I watched the movie Frida, a biography of the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. I’ve seen the film before but … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 