Addictions: I am not obsessing!

  • Published: 09 May 2015


After-dinner hours for me mean endless scrounging for something to chew on. I always liken myself to a Piranha as I cruise through my cupboards trawling for edibles. Apples are my favourite because they are 'healthy' and have the good carbs and okay sugar, i.e. sugars that I accept as inevitable. If there is no fruit I have a bit of a problem and that's where it's important not to have almond paste in the house: I might make a double portion of Detoxinista's fudge. Or I'll make ONE cracker with almond paste. Or two. Or three. And that would turn into a binge. Any cakes, cookies or crisps, roasted nuts or anything gluten- and dairy free will be chomped through. Himself is lucky I don't like nougat and I respect his ownership of certain bars of chocolate (well, mostly I do). I need to chew and chewing gum doesn't cut it


Lost and found in Fibro-fog: Fibromyalgia and I

  • Published: 06 May 2015

Brain fog For the last 3 weeks I have been off-line: brain-and internet-wise. As is usual with me, it took a while for me to realise: oh damn! it's Fibromayalgia again. Well, OK, it sounds weird that you would have a condition that affects your health and not blame that when things go wrong but I do.  And fibro-fog fogs up your brain and I just put  the memory-loss, the disorientation and the general fatigue down to either advancing Alzheimer's or Dementia. Over-dramatisation? Moi?

Meditating: Playbreaks for the Spirit

  • Published: 13 March 2017

If you've ever lived near a school you will have noticed: 2 minutes after the play break bell rings, the doors open and a troop of yelling kids pours onto the playground. For the first 5 minutes of break the temporarily freed little monkeys scream out their frustration at being cooped up. They run and yell and let it all out and then they quieten and settle to play. The monkeys are gone and they're children again and they play. Meditating is very much like those first minutes after the playbreak bell goes...

A Soldiering Heart

  • Published: 08 January 2017

Life regularly requires us to go on, regardless of the circumstances. 'Soldiering on' it is often called:  Mud, mortors or military mania: you're a soldier, so you march. As human beings? Biology orders us to carry on, so we do. Each in our own way using whatever talents we have to keep alive as best we can.