” Exposure to nature and the outdoors as a form or component of psychotherapy “ Full springtime immersion, feeding spring lambs and poking my fingers deep into their already thick fleecy head. Local walks stolen between school drop-off and the various obligations of the day. Over the grimy crossroad and away from the the chip-shop stink. Tripping down concrete steps littered in… Continue reading Ecotherapy
So many things this time around, and this isn’t even the fully up to date version. Lucky me! My birthday was in February. We spend a gorgeous very early Spring day at Flamborough Head, visiting the Living Seas Centre run by Yorkshire Wildlife Trust. For a tiny wee cabin it offers loads to do and… Continue reading Happy Things #8
Here I shall represent in pictures, a stubborn refusal to yield to the blues of the season. They were pretty on their own, but then this happened and my heart went POP! Hugging trees and snuggling up the ivy. I know – such a cliche… but you will find no apology here. Hot choc dates… Continue reading Happy Things #7
2 days in to reducing my antidepressants and I felt irritable, angry, just generally het-up. I’m not sure if it was the medication change or just other stuff. The news for example. Trump – say no more. Brexit – what a bloody cock-up. Theresa May makes me feel sick. Trump makes me want to hang… Continue reading Habits for My Wellbeing
It’s here. The bit we didn’t get last year, because, rain. These days between Christmas and new year. I used to find them an unbearable waste of time between key nights-out where there was a void filled only by roses chocolates and end of year review shows. Now they are blissful days of deep midwinter,… Continue reading The Midwinter Pause
Shall I start this again? I asked myself loads of times over the last year. By ‘this’, I mean this thing that you are reading now. This blog. Whoever *you* are. So I suppose the question has now been answered because here it is. This time last year was a flurry of activity. Girl-child had… Continue reading Shall I?
Things are still plodding along slowly in the post-flood recovery. Mostly, we are in a normal routine again, albeit in a different house, with less stuff. Sometimes, I miss the stuff, other times, I plan a huge declutter upon our return. I feel an unease, that I suppose comes along with times of uncertainty (we… Continue reading December: Joy and Peace.
Let today be the day the girl child had her first full day at playgroup by herself. She jumped in puddles and got her socks wet, “played and played and played” but at what or with whom she cannot say. She required a full change of clothing due to wee (bottom half) and general water… Continue reading Jumping Puddles.
Christmas Day 2015 was the best. Ever. Then it was Boxing Day. 1 // The water creeping up the garden. You can see the River Foss just over the fence. It’s never breached the back fence before. Not while we have lived here at least. 2 // Preparing for the worst – thinking it might… Continue reading After The Flood.
I seem to have spent a lot of time this year well, navel gazing really. For some this may seem indulgent or egotistical, but, it’s just where I am, mentally. I won’t apologise for it. It is what it is. I have often felt out of place, out of sync, out of myself. Unsure about… Continue reading Finding ourselves in tune