Yesterday I went to school in my bikini and scuffed old cowgirl boots. No, I wasn’t wearing just that, calm down dear. It is December, after all. I was in a lot of pain and the thought of putting on proper clothes was just more than I could stand. You know those days when everything hurts so much that you don’t want people to come within 5 feet of you, let alone have clothes weighing down your limbs and cutting into you? It was one of those. So we picked out my softest loosest clothes, fabrics like bamboo and soya and, as it happens my bikini. Did I perhaps look…

This earth, and all it’s birdsong, orchids, teacups, and toffee is already a living paradise. Perhaps we incarnate to experience sheer joy.   For ourselves and for the Divine.   After all, God/dess cannot run through a field, play with a puppy, paddle in the sea, enjoy a foot rub, savour freshly picked broad beans or make love. But we can, and through us, God/dess feels this delight. We need to feel joy so the Divine can experience these treasures. Maybe the world is meant to be beautiful.   In the Celtic traditions the world has good and bad equally alike in it, where curses are blessings and the bitter…

Do you identify as a survivor? A cancer survivor? A trauma survivor? Sometimes, it is less about what we survived and more about the fact that we did. And what that means about us.  When we say survivor, we are talking about the strength and grit that allowed us to keep going. We are talking about qualities inside us, how we quantify it, what specifically we lived through is less important than the very fact that we did survive. You are so much more than the worst experiences in your life. After a certain point, isn’t trauma just trauma? Who are we to designate and delineate hurts and heart-cracking experiences?…