Disassociation: escaping pain.

There is something called disassociation, when something is so painful you put it away in a drawer at the back of your mind and let it stay there, hidden. Sometimes it’s forgotten, but the day always comes when it returns and you need to tuck it back in with all its consequences, or deal with […]

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Dawn; the best time to wake up.

My dad used to wake me up early, cheerfully pulling up the blinds and saying; “Come on! Wake up and seize the day!” Since then, I am an early riser. I wake up instinctively and with a heart full of expectation and hope. The quiet and peace dawn brings with it is enchanting and emotionally […]

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The promise I didn’t keep.

Promises are sometimes made liberally, at a time when we’re caught in the web of emotion and make them out of either love or pressure.  I’m guilty of a few broken promises, but especially one I made to my deceased grandmother Catherine. This weighs on me like a tombstone and the guilt still haunts me, […]

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There are no endings.

There are no real endings, just continuity. Yet we keep wanting to turn pages hoping that the last ones won’t count or will be erased by time. We can’t will an ending. Things end by themselves when time decides to blur and hide away places, things or people we find hard to let go of.

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When people we know become strangers.

  Give some people distance and they may become strangers. This is not always the case, however. With some, we may be far removed by distance and time but when we get in touch again we pick up where we left off. Not so with others. The two parties may change, and have nothing left but a […]

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Life’s wake up calls.

A jolt, a jumpstart, a sharp turn, an awakening, a strike of lightning, a slap in the face… Life’s wake up calls are numerous. You can choose to ignore them and keep doing what is not working, or take the chance, wake up and get on a new life-track.

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Añoranzas de verano.

Pudo ser el verano que España ganó la copa del mundial. Un verano que me marcó y viví con las ilusiones de una niña, la niña que había olvidado. Fue el verano del amor, de la paz, de la ternura, del encuentro, del desencuentro, de la alegría y la pena. De las ganas de vivir y […]

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