
#13 of 30 – Treasure
It was a little box, made from cardboard and filled with scrolls and small memories. It was not large, the footprint fitted in the palm
It was a little box, made from cardboard and filled with scrolls and small memories. It was not large, the footprint fitted in the palm
Peace as the absence of sound. The room with no sounds leaking into it, where we can still ourselves and listen to the voice within,
The writing retreat is nearing the end, and I am really pleased to say that the first rough draft of “Insight Coaching” is completed. It
I have written about Writing Marathons on the blog before. I did my first one back in 2015 – that process lead to the book
Another blog post in this series responding to a random list of titles… We used to see the world in black and white whenever we
The next blog post in the series responding to a random list of titles. One of the shelves in the room where I write has
The last post in this series was about handwriting. This time it’s hands themselves. Just a few weeks ago, I travelled into the USA and
Another in the series of posts in response to randomly selected titles: I’ve always had a strong sense of having awful handwriting ever since I
Drink I Ah, the toast we share when we clink our glasses, happy that we have achieved something of which we are proud. We want
How often do I take photos of myself? Rarely, very rarely. I’m usually looking at something out in the world, and thinking to myself –