I was born and brought up in the seaside town of Bude, Cornwall Uk.
In the picture above, (back row centre) I am 10 yrs old. The girl to the right on the row below me is the one I kissed as she climbed down from a table. She didn’t say a word. She gave me that questioning look and left me in the classroom to finish the flower arranging duty on my own.
The girl (centre front) sat on the desk in front of me for a while. I enjoyed secretly inserting a pencil into her ponytail then waiting…
Holidays and weekends with my grandparents gave my childhood the idyllic sheen of Cornish seaside life. My Grandpa Spent his life guiding boats in and out of the harbour. Hardly a day goes by all these years later without me feeling his presence as if he is still guiding me now.
Not a sky pilot, a marine pilot. When he started, he was working with a team of rowers in a Cornish Pilot Gig. Several pilot teams worked out of the harbour, and when they noticed an incoming ship, the teams would race to reach it. The winner got to…
I was shocked at the age of 65 to find myself in therapy, discussing my first fumbling sexual encounters. One particular event filled my thoughts in response to a question. I tried to set it aside and choose something I thought was more relevant. It would not leave, so I laid it on the therapy table.
During that session and subsequently, I have seen connections between this underage sexual experience and difficulties in all my relationships since that time. It has reverberated for 50 years.
The article below in The Guardian helped me realise sharing my story could help others…
The simplest way to define “pay it forward” is that when someone does something for you, you pass it on to another person instead of paying that person back directly.
Expanding that, you could pay it forward with random acts of kindness with no thought of reward.
Either way, you are investing in your Karmic bank account.
Karma is the law of cause and effect; the causes you have put out in your thoughts, words, actions, non-actions all have become the effect of today. …
For the past two years, I have been in therapy. Alongside this, I have been learning how to operate a recording studio for recording, mixing, and mastering my music.
In the studio, I discovered the function of a tool called a “Limiter.”
In therapy, I discovered the limiting beliefs I have about myself.
A limiter is a tool that flattens stuff out. It limits the volume of loud sounds, and it increases the volume of quiet sounds. The reason for doing this is so that whenever a record comes on the radio, it will always be at the same basic…
This song is permanently engraved on my heart.
I am a jazz pianist and composer. I love the songs from the great American songbook. I studied all the modern jazz greats and created my own voice over many years.
Three years ago I was up late watching Smalls Jazz club Live.
I like to listen in to the late-night Jam sessions. Musicians who have been working in New York that night like to come and share a drink and maybe join in for a tune or two.
I was captivated when a singer ambled up and sang this song. What…
A simple idea to link your name with your favourite writer. This week three writers have stepped up and given a writerly round of applause for someone they look forward to reading.
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Grief is a personal thing. Crying is part of it. I am saddled with sayings like “big boys don’t cry” and so many limitations I place on myself, that it has taken 30 months to let the tears flow daily. It is such a relief and also painful beyond measure.
On the day after Holly died, everyone around me was crying, and I had slipped into coping mode. Organising things. I screamed into the darkness once on the journey to London, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was numb—a functioning zombie.
I have sat in hours of therapy, support…
I’m beginning to find a group of writers I actually enjoy reading, and that is damaging my stats. I once got 2K views of a negative comment I added to a post. This doesn’t happen when I say “love your work!”
So I was reading stuff I didn’t like. Mainly formulaic advice type stuff. It fed me for a while, and I could rant a little, and my stats looked good.
I prefer to read things that are not so clear cut. My mum used to have a saying. …