Learning to Love my Wounds
It’s easy to be self-critical and see the marks of the passage of time on our body as faults, but there is a lesson in self-love to be learned from the beauty of mature trees.
It’s easy to be self-critical and see the marks of the passage of time on our body as faults, but there is a lesson in self-love to be learned from the beauty of mature trees.
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.
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.
The coronavirus has turned life upside down and created strange contrasts between physical isolation and a widespread resurgence of the need for community. It has given me much food for thought on my own tightrope journey back to a healthy balance between self-care and care for others.
It's easy to become caught up in destructive moods and thoughts, brought on by past experiences, and to miss the calm and beauty around us now. Birds have a wonderful way of catching my attention and bringing me out of these dark places into the beauty of the present moment.
Berries are extremely nutritious, tasty and easy to grow in small spaces, even for people with low energy levels.
Eating well should never be a chore. Growing your own food can transform a dull 5 a day meal into a delicious as well as a nutritious and satisfying experience.
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