Very few external things, will make you happy, because feelings of contentment and happiness are own-grown. We must cultivate the saplings of happiness, as though they are the plants of us, and despite the original quality of our soil. Those of us who endure the lasting effects of trauma, know too well that the soil [...]
Despite the challenges of life and the disability, I am incredibly blessed that I can get myself to sleep. I have learned to catch the sleep train, and liken the blissful state to travelling to a destination. Whilst it is well -documented that: taking a warm bath, avoiding caffeine, eating late, or using our devices- [...]
Mother nature asks for nothing. It simply offers an open, timeless invite for you to sit amongst it in quiet contemplation. It is a silent orchestra of fluidity, sprinkled with the percussion of bird song. It is the gentle trickle of a stream, and the soft breeze upon your cheek. It is peace evoking and [...]
Self-belief is a beautiful rare orchid that is reputedly hard to grow. Yet if we were privy to knowing about the conditions in which it takes root: then we can cultivate the secrets of our own soil. We can learn to flourish by owning this helpful human trait. Firstly, we must clear the debris away, [...]
Even though you may not be feeling strong today, there have been times when you’ve felt bouncy, vibrant, and full of strength. This is because we have varying versions of ourselves, and outside influences shape us: - in the same way that the climate affects the flow of the sea. We ebb and recede just [...]
At the core of all living things is a heartbeat, or the process of photosynthesis, enabling plants to live. Yet, to exist requires far more than a brain, food, water, or the ideal environment. There are unseen unquantifiable factors and a magical force: - when for example, we observe the determination of a flower smiling [...]
The physiotherapist did not have a secure grip of my Poorly Hand. It was not a reassuring daddy – grip, and she was determined to stick to the rule book! The treatment room, that I was all too familiar with, and the incentive of being able to touch the giant blue ball, a few feet [...]
And then my lord said unto me: “Gis us your camber, n squeeze as ‘ard as you can. There ain’t no point in yer crying, now sit on me lap n look at yer ole man. Look ‘ard into me minces ‘n listen!” I was eleven years old, and had just plucked up the courage [...]
My late great dad, used to tell people: “Don’t sweat the small stuff” and to: “Keep Kool Kat.” Yet his colourful Cockney banter, fell upon deaf ears - back when I was a kid. Like many people, I was distracted by his flamboyance, and stories about his childhood. The daddy with a giant Cartier earing, [...]
My late father might have been misjudged as being vain. He was indeed blessed with olive skin, raven hair, and the deepest-brown twinkly, mischievous eyes. He also used to tell anyone who might be listening that he was good -looking. He was not wrong: I witnessed many a lady- offering him a kissy-eyed alluring smile. [...]