It’s not just a word; it’s a way of thinking Some possible emotional wounds or needs that may act as 'receptors' for real or imagined toxicity. Photo by Photo by Susan Wilkinson Toxic has got to be the most used, the most diabolically powerful word of our times. It began with 'toxic masculinity', a term coined … Continue reading How To Use The Word ‘Toxic’ For Personal Therapy
For a world in a hurry, it’s hard to stop. Even the all of two minutes it takes to nuke our dinners seem a lengthy wait. We can’t stop. We must keep going so as not to miss out. But, what if our stopping could be the lifeline that pulls a loved one out of … Continue reading This Valentine’s, Let Your Love Stop
And Three Tips to Help you Reinvent and Survive Photo by Brian McGowan on Unsplash Covid-19 destabilized existing socio-economic structures and disrupted our existence. With the systems that supported many lifestyles decimated, your life goals may have changed, moved, or disappeared altogether. Being unable to plan your future with certainty may leave you restless, feeling as if you’ve … Continue reading What Is The Coronavirus ‘Liminal Phase’?
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Photo credit: choosingwisdom.org The rant Do not offend meI am them; I am theyI am she; I am heI am known; I am mysteryI am myself; I am not myself I do not know who I am Do not offend meI am ageing; I am youthfulI am ageless; I am growing I’m vibrant; I am … Continue reading Do Not, Offend me
I close my eyes, but sleep will not come. There are voices in my head. Her voices. Vibrant, sad, urgent, passionate. She wants to be heard. She has a pained smile, a fearless gaze, softened by the love in her heart.There is understanding in her eyes.Her hair is sometimes covered, sometimes blue, sometimes curly, sometimes … Continue reading She is fearful, she is courageous. And she wants to be known.
The green card. That was everyone’s dream and scoring one was like winning the lottery, but better. Growing up in rural Kenya 2 ½ hours drive outside Nairobi, we spoke of America in reverent tones. America was generous. She was kind. She sent plenty of USAID in corn oil and dried yellow corn to keep … Continue reading As an African child I grew up romanticising America, and now I am in mourning.
A great deal of angerIs wisping aboutIt’s on the clouds and on the cablesAnd in the open sky It’s even in the sunshineNow blazing, now blindingNow too far away To ignite our smouldering resilienceOr thaw our frosty common sense A great deal of angerIs wisping aboutAgitating restlessnessStirring discontentDecimating our power in the moment What has … Continue reading Has the anger found you yet?
Socotra bottle treeWisteria vine, JapanStrangler Fig. Guangxi, China “The one with a burnt face! I’m talking to the girl with a burnt face.” Quipped a child pointing at me in a busload of teachers and school children during my early days in a new school as a teacher. (No, I do not have a burnt … Continue reading How an analogy of trees can explain ethnicity, race and people of colour to children
“Air huuuug!” said a friend walking gleefully towards my 5-year-old at the start of social distancing rules. “No!” he said emphatically. “The government said no hugs because of the virus!”. We looked at each other wondering where he had learnt that from. He had found the virus at school the previous day. It was ‘just … Continue reading Air-hugs? Yeah, you gave a few today