Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!

I can’t, and I don’t seem to want to.  For a while perhaps I thought my husband would do that for me.  I abdicated that responsibility, if I ever held it.  Maybe briefly.  Before that it was my dad, I suppose.  And before that, I can only assume, my mother, when it was just a case of nappy changing and so on. Continue reading Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!


They Shit More Than They Eat!


My friend was complaining about clearing out the horses’ stable.  I laughed and laughed, but lately the phrase has come back to haunt me.  I am beginning to feel as though I, too, shit more than I eat. Continue reading They Shit More Than They Eat!

Letter To My Body

Last session in Germany. It’s been a wonderful few days of imagining, exchanging and warmth. We sit in a circle and the teacher talks about trappings. How he used to enjoy the comfort and status conferred by living in a big house. (Hello? Is it me you’re talking to?) And how his dog, who has no worries about his appearance, is his role model. People spend time and money on clothes, makeup, jewellery etc, but these are not their body. Continue reading Letter To My Body