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”
Open your eyes and save yourself Princess
I was previously married to a terrible husband and that’s the plain truth of it. Not a terrible person, but a terrible husband. A man can be a good person and a bad husband, they are different things. You can of course get your garden variety bad man, bad husband, but my ex, like mostContinue reading “Open your eyes and save yourself Princess”
From hell to happiness – what a difference a year makes
Happy New Year! Welcome 2022. Coming into 2021, I was in the hellish position, or I should say, imposition, of getting rid of a drug and drink-soaked abusive bully of a con-artist ex-husband. He was responsible for the Concorde ticket to hell, his own hell he dragged me into. Extricating myself from him was difficult,Continue reading “From hell to happiness – what a difference a year makes”
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”
When life throws you limes, make a margarita
You’ve heard of the band that kept playing while the Titanic went down, an island girl’s holiday was my version after an iceberg took the arse out of my marriage. I hadn’t expected to be single again at 50 but recent events had taught me a lot of things can happen you don’t expect. LeastContinue reading “When life throws you limes, make a margarita”
My new life at 50 