Earlier today, sometime during the afternoon, I happened to glance at my watch. It was precisely 15h05, the time at which Mike took his final breath. Today is 8th August…
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A few days ago, we received the post-mortem on my Dad’s death and it has sent questions and reverberations through me and others in my family. Some of the language…
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I spent last weekend immersed in conversations about mortality, palliative care, psychedelics, grief, meaning and what it means to accompany human beings through some of the most vulnerable moments of…
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My dad died today, 3rd May 2026. He fell to his death on the Scottish Island of Lewis in the Northwest Hebrides. I’d been out on a short walk with…
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Trigger Warning: this piece references suicide, death, grief and loss Today is 1st May, which in France means Labour Day, Fête du Travail. It is also my Granny May’s birthday.…
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I had a “reconnect” meeting yesterday with a dear fellow coach, Nathalie Ducrot, I don’t see nearly enough of. There was a brief moment of re-remembering, Do we usually speak…
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I am sitting in bed feeling simply bereft. These past few nights, I’ve managed a few hours of sleep until 3 a.m., then been awake. Last night I slept until…
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Trigger Warning: Suicide This piece contains reflections on death by suicide. Three days ago, on the 23rd of December, my eldest brother James died by suicide. My parents were spending…
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Exactly two hundred years before my husband Mike died in 2017, John Keats was writing about a capacity I would start to need in buckets. He called it negative capability.…
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Thank you Alexandra Schreck for the use of the beautiful photos Somewhere along the way this year, I realised I was back — that I recognised myself, if not…
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