Unhealthy habits, ones I’ve been embroiled in for decades, they’re going, going, gone. One of the great side-effects of ‘doing the work’ to get healthier in my heart, in my mind, in my soul – healthier in spirit and a place of “filling my own love cup”, is that I’m also getting physically healthier asContinue reading “Day 6 – Camp Sven”
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Day 5 – Camp Sven
Why does Sven hate yoga? This is what I’ve been wondering. I’m about halfway through ‘There’s a Hole in my Love Cup’ book by Sven Erlandson and there have been some references to yoga grouped into the ‘not so good’ camp. Return to the Island I’ve recently returned from an Ibizan yoga holiday, one IContinue reading “Day 5 – Camp Sven”
Day 4 – Journeying with Sven
If being an extreme-giver or an extreme-taker is two sides of the same coin, i.e. both an unhealthy reaction to negative core beliefs – how did I end up in the former camp when I had a good upbringing? It’s not difficult to fathom my ex’s unhealthy behaviours, I’d been close enough to know ofContinue reading “Day 4 – Journeying with Sven”
Day 2 at Camp Sven
I’m up to chapter four in ‘There’s a Hole in My Love Cup’ by Sven Erlandson. To look back or not to look back? Sven’s an ‘it’s all from your childhood’ counsellor. I was a former eye-roller at that kind of therapy message and more of a ‘build a bridge and get over it’ kindaContinue reading “Day 2 at Camp Sven”
Solitaire, without the fear
I’ve had a dramatically changing relationship with solitude, it seems to be linked to age and life experiences over time. I sought and revelled in it as a child. My mother laughingly called me Greta because of the famous “I vont to be alone” Garbo line. Happy hours would go by in my bedroom drawing,Continue reading “Solitaire, without the fear”
Christmas to Christmas, the difference a year makes
I love Christmas – yes, I’m one of those people. It’s an infection I caught from my adored grandfather. He was adored not just by me but everyone who ever met him, so infectious was his larger than life gregarious spirit. At Christmas time he exploded with good cheer and merriment. As children my brotherContinue reading “Christmas to Christmas, the difference a year makes”
Staying in, staying sane…
It’s been an interesting year, 2020. An astrologer friend said it’s officially the ‘year of suffering’. I prefer ‘year of transformation’. After being taught by nuns during my school days, the word suffering has terrible connotations of Jesus on the cross. I’d cry in class every Easter, if you also grew up with those stories,Continue reading “Staying in, staying sane…”
My new life at 50 