Beauty Is Everywhere
/The words for this poem came to me when I looked at these decaying flowers.
Read MoreSharing openly from the heart. Looking Trauma in the eye.
The words for this poem came to me when I looked at these decaying flowers.
Read MoreA poem about the pressure of having to be happy for Christmas. How in the past I have had to pretend to be what I thought others expected of me during this season and how this year I am spending Christmas on my own. Not for the first time, but with more intention to be me, in whatever way that may be.
Read MoreIn this poem I address the cyclical nature of trauma through generations and time. How it happens in the family and in community, often institutions viewed by society as sacred.
Read MoreThis is a poem about something that bothers me in my living space, but that I constantly make the choice of leaving it as it is, until I have the energy to do it.
This is a short poem about one of the many aspects of trauma recovery. Noticing things in the body, finding words to name them and describe them.
Read MoreWhen I can’t sleep, sometimes, I write poetry. This is what happens When Sleep Does Not Come.
Read MoreThis is a poem about the physical and emotional pain of remembering trauma from the past. It was written a while after another flashback, in the autumn of 2020. I first had the flashback and a few weeks later my body just went into excruciating pain. The emotional pain of remembering was followed by physical pain.
Read MoreBefore starting, I just want to caution you to the content of this post. It is about child sexual abuse and maybe you may want to check within yourself if this is a good time for you to read it.
Read MoreThe need to bring myself back to centre has been felt. I have decided to stay away from Social Media from now until September. I have decided to temporarily delete Facebook and Instagram from my phone but will still be available on Messenger and Email.
Read MoreHow we, as human beings, live individual lives that include the trauma of being raised and educated in our current society. How we have been perpetuating a cycle of trauma for millennia. And how we try and avoid the discomfort of becoming aware of this.
Read MoreThis is the first guest post on my blog. As I mentioned in a previous post, I want to bring attention to the voices less heard and in this post we listen to a Black British woman and her personal journey of unpacking the ugly truth about racism in the UK.
Read MoreGoing deeper into the feeling of abandonment that has taken over me in the last few weeks. Exploring what message this unsettling feeling and fear is bringing for me, for you and the world.
Read MoreThe ending of a friendship always brings lessons and gifts. As I navigate the recent ending of a friendship, I reflect on all the lessons I have learnt both from someone ending their friendship with me and when I have ended it myself.
Read MoreReflections on how, as a white woman, I can make a difference in making sure that I am aware of my own unconscious racism in every day life, but also on how I can contribute to making women of colour more visible.
Read MoreAnger is an essential emotion and it has a role in ourselves and the world. When felt with presence and awareness it can bring with it great gifts. This is a poem about feeling angry and needing to be angry until there is no more need for it.
Read MoreJoin me as I explore and share my journey to uncover my true self as well as what I am to offer to the world.
Read MoreMy personal experience of what it has been like to start a business amongst going through deep personal transformation and awareness of my experienced trauma.
Read MoreAbout not knowing where I am going and what I am actually supposed to do. About just showing up each day, listening and taking action, trusting that I am being lead to where I am supposed to be,. Taking one day at a time and making it the best day possible.
Read MoreSometimes, in life, really hard and tough decisions need to be made in order to stand up for ourselves. So that we don't allow poison disguised as love to break us down. So that we can survive. T
These are my words regarding the reason why I decided to not speak or have any contact with my parents.
Read MoreThe gift that being present can be in life in general and in particular in times like the ones we are experiencing at the moment. I share examples of not being present in my life and how the practice can be more of a challenge to those who have experienced trauma and disassociate from life.
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