What tales do we need to tell ourselves if we are going to meet the challenges of the future with the finest versions of ourselves?
Even if we don’t feel heard, our words can have a wayward effectiveness that works quietly away, unseen but slowly taking shape
For a long time it’s felt that not much has been happening, but I’m beginning to realise that a lot of change has been taking place
The search for the perfect breakfast or brunch is on, and it feels that the boundaries of what people are prepared to do to get the perfect table are being pushed all the time
What do we have to struggle against if we are going to be free to dream?
Another cafe has closed, which means I’m looking for somewhere to replace it, as well as trying to find answers to some of the questions I have about life…
My overnight stop in Barcelona was a welcome opportunity to step back from the fallout from ‘Brexit’
There is a deficit of language in relation to the apparent contradiction of the ongoing pain of loss and the emergence of hope
What was it about the cafe tucked away in the reception area of Guy’s Hospital that made me think of a place where we had warmed ourselves with cups of chai in ‘the jungle’ in Calais?
Agony and incompleteness, lack of hope in anything other than just showing up, these are all experiences we find we share with many artists…