grief by car

The son and the father knew each other in that shadowy way that parents and children do until the son was an adult. It must have been a great surprise to both of them to see how alike they were. The son and the father had good ideas of themselves –there is nothing wrong with…

grief, i remember you.

Through the pastry case, I saw him walk in. Tallish, large weatherproof jacket, hat, backpack. Glasses. He reminded me of my dad. Not that I that much paid attention, it was more a registering of a fact. The bloke ordered a coffee and sat at the small table closest to the door. Couple of minutes…

be your own Bridge over Troubled Water

Two weeks ago I heard of a thing called Self Compassion. I’m aware of compassion, I am compassionate often. I like to consider people, to think of where they came from, give them space if they need it, hold space for them if they need it. Life has shown me we are not one thing.…