The Lockdown Blues
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.
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.
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.
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?
My personal experience of the powerful pain-relieving powers of a beautiful space made sense once I understood the mechanics of chronic pain.
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.
Learning how to stop doing and to sit quietly, just being and noticing the world around you, is a vital part of recovery.