Tag Archives: Women
Christmas hurt and Christmas presence
It’s that time of year again, that time of year when I cry bucketloads of tears, that time of year when my emotions are heightened and I get in touch with multiple layers of grief and loss. It’s that time … Continue reading
I’m stepping up my self-care
They say we teach what we need to learn and I know that to be true. I’ve been teaching people about self-love and self-care for many years, first informally, by supporting others who were on a similar healing journey to … Continue reading
It is safe to shine
It is safe to shine. It’s safe to be visible, to be seen. It’s safe to be me. It’s safe to do my thing. Not only that, but the world needs me to shine, to be seen, to be me … Continue reading
Coming out of hiding
Are you in hiding? Is the real you hidden behind a cloak of shame? Are you keeping your true self under wraps out of fear or a sense of imposter syndrome? Many of the women who come to me for … Continue reading
Celebrating courage
It was International Women’s Day yesterday, a day when we celebrate our female icons and all the courageous things they’ve done over the years, a day when we speak out for women everywhere, trying to make sure women and girls … Continue reading
Yin and Yang
“What’s it like to be loved by me?” I asked last night, kind of joking. “Intense,” he said with a laugh. “Intense?” I replied, in quite a high pitch. “Intense?” But I couldn’t help laughing along with him. “Intense isn’t … Continue reading
Festive feelings
It’s not all snowflakes and tinsel, jingle bells and ho, ho, ho. It’s not all jolly times and happy memories. Christmas has the ability to remind us of Christmases past and perhaps, for some of us, Christmas hasn’t always been … Continue reading
How I fell in love
It began with me – with falling in love with myself. I know that’s a cliché, that you’ve heard it before, read it in some glossy women’s magazine. But that’s where I had to start. I really couldn’t accept and … Continue reading
The Embrace
I speak to my Mum and hear the relentless passage of time. In her voice, I hear my difficulties, struggles, doubts, insecurities and pain, magnified a hundred times, exaggerated by age, by decades spent alone and by the absence of … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 