Category Archives: Articles by me

Caught in the Headlights – Boarding School Wounds

I feel the piercing eyes of the school master boring into me, transfixing me, demanding an answer. Not just any answer I might blurt out from fear, but the right answer, the one and only answer that will allow me … Continue reading

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The Lost Boy

A Family Constellation experience Dec 2015 I see him face me, small, innocent, in a man’s body. He is asking for nothing and yet needing everything; afraid to stand before the father he never knew and yet drawn like a … Continue reading

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Invoking The Beloved

I sit cross-legged in deep reverence I feel a slight loosening of the bands that tie me to my ego’s trivial reality, as my heart begins to open to you, my beloved. Waves of emotion begin to flow through me. … Continue reading

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Surviving Boarding School – part 2

School cricket team. I am 4th from the left at the back, age 10 or 11. I was eight when I arrived at Boarding School (see my article describing this, dated March 2015). At some point in those early days, … Continue reading

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Migraine Free

I am celebrating: Almost 5 months without a migraine after 20 years of being at the mercy of them, sometimes twice a week, and often having to sleep them off for 24 hours each time. So what has been the … Continue reading

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The Great Bell Chant

I was first given this beautiful chant and prayer by Thich Nhat Hanh while involved with a local group in the UK, part of the Community of Interbeing. Before that I was connected to an international Tibetan Buddhist organisation founded … Continue reading

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Magic at Milking Time

I look back through the six decades of my life to recall a memory, clear and resonant. A little boy moving among my father’s cows as they assembled in the concrete yard of our small farm waiting to be milked. … Continue reading

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