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A Breath Before Sixty

Reading Time: 5 minutes 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

Reading Time: 7 minutes 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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Haiku Days

Reading Time: 3 minutes On August 11th, I took a picture of my dog’s paw, resting gently in the cup of my hand. Not a work of art, photography not being a thing I’m particularly good at. It caught a little sweetness though. Without me trying, a haiku arose to sit beside it. I posted them on Facebook. The […]

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Stroking Naked Men

Reading Time: 4 minutes I started stroking naked men for money in 2007. It feels light years ago. Not so much in linear distance, but more in the sense of understanding from this nine years later perspective, what it was I was doing. Back then it was simply a call to heart that sang out clear and true, even […]

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Dreaming of Death

Reading Time: 4 minutes I’ve always been preoccupied by death. As a child I worried a lot about dying in the night. I worried about being suffocated or split in two by a speeding train. The psychotherapist I grew up to become has some thoughts about those fantasies, but that’s another riff. It hasn’t been the easiest journey to […]