Spring in My Steps
Recovery is a frustrating business with lots of twists and turns. Today a bumblebee helped me to navigate a corner.
Recovery is a frustrating business with lots of twists and turns. Today a bumblebee helped me to navigate a corner.
Should I be resting or moving? Learning how to take baby steps and manage frustration is a huge challenge in the early stages of recovery or after a relapse. Sowing a few seeds is a manageable activity that gives a sense of achievement and anticipation.
For some, lockdown means isolation and loneliness, for others the relentlessness of living in close quarters with other people. Thank God for my garden and the freedom it gives me to choose between isolation and companionship.
OK, so this has nothing to do with the natural world and growing, it is all about the inner world and healing the damage that fibromyalgia et al do to your mind and mental capacities. Sometimes when you sit down to write surprising things happen.
When dark wet days and miserable headlines engulf you in worries about the future, nature has a knack of catching your attention and providing some perspective.
A canal-side walk on a sunny October day brings me close to my Nan and childhood fantasies around her illicit brewing habits.
The recovery ‘journey’ may be a cliché, but there are few better ways of understanding the ups and downs, the twists and turns, involved in finding one’s way back to full health. The journey is a hard one, but sometimes the most difficult part is not looking too far ahead, learning to focus on the path under your feet and to find companions to share the highs and lows along the way.
There's a difference between learning about recovery and understanding. Sometimes it takes a set-back to help the penny drop and grasp what being guided by your body really means.
Every journey to recovery has its setbacks, unbearable times of slipping backwards when it's hard to keep faith and hope alive.
A weekly walk in the woods brings a welcome respite, perspective and calm in a crazy world.
Against apocalyptic headlines, my garden is a refuge and source of perspective and solace.
Gardening folklore is an endless source of fascination. Do you know who the Cold Gardeners are and why they matter in May?