A Breath Before Sixty

My hair is grey. I return from my hairdresser having had the last bits of colour chopped out.  I’m now sporting a choppy, silver and pepper pot, topknot, not entirely dissimilar from my beloved dog. I don’t fully understand the impulse to grow out the colour, which had me ditch the hair dye in April. […]

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Roadmap to Compassion

Recently, somebody asked how I found my way to The Fields of Kindness. This is, as much as it can be, my reply. I was first diagnosed at thirteen, and even though I grew up (eventually) and became a psychotherapist, I was particularly blinded to my own baseline and lifelong depression. Through the prism of […]

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