Meet the venerable Ralph totem beast of the Tresillian and guardian of your dreams. And, those ‘Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.’
I’ve just been staying on a Somerset estate which has the largest herd of British White cattle in the world. Yesterday, they came right up to our window, a field full of nursing mothers and their spring born calves. While these cattle are distinguished by their white coats and the fact that they do not […]
Someone came to see me today who said something unforgettable. We were talking about their extensive knowledge of the plant Ayahuasca and I asked if they had ever done a ketamine infusion? ‘No, I have not. I am not interested in synthetic compounds. Plants have spirits.’ Talking about the Spirit of the Place, I think […]
There can be no such thing as ‘re-parenting’ in therapy but there can be re-description.
I didn’t know that black swans really existed except in the imagination until we saw one in St. James Park. My companion took me to see one but we couldn’t find it on the waters. He returned and there it was. Perhaps such a sighting is a reminder that nothing can be predicted neither for […]
How to endure the pain of the quickening of the light? I saw the first buds of conkers on the horse chestnut trees in Regent’s Park today and my heart sank. A Day (I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose) by Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a […]
In the cherry blossom shade there is no such thing as a stranger Kabayashi Issa.
Today feels weighted in significance of the holy. Good Friday, Passover the feast of the unleavened bread and the angel passing over and Ramadan where fasting occurs from dawn to dusk in observance of the Koran. As if that isn’t enough it is also the twenty-fifth anniversary or the Good Friday Agreement, now at risk. […]
“A green thought in a green shade”
I was having an existential conversation with a ‘patient’/person this morning beckoning them down crossroads, cul de sacs, and non sequiturs until he commented that along with Sterne, ‘We progress as we digress.’ Sterne was referring to Tristram Shandy, but I cannot think of a better definition of the therapeutic process, at least ongoing in […]