This is a window into the weird world of Anglicanism, as experienced on a Cathedral Close. Contrary to the old song, it is. In some ways, I discovered that I fitted in from the start. Hile my sons were growing up.

Saturday, June 23, 2012. My recorder class each with their personal choice of colour certificates. But I want to conclude this time of reflection with this post. So I just want to take this chance to reflect on what these people taught me during that time.

Musings about life, people, psychotherapy, belief systems. In this debate I am biased toward Nature, and tend to minimize Nurture, thus creating the most significant struggle in my work. After all, a therapist must. But my profession is the one that taught .

Saturday, 28 December 2013.

The active mind and its take on the goings on of the day. HOW DID THAT GET THERE? August 4, 2015. I searched high and low for two weeks for a favoured beret. His mum used to make him a special drink some even.

The Wild Iris By Louise Gluck At the end of my suffering there was a door.

The mental meandering that cross my keyboard. Time is a curious creature. I am sure that July lasted eight weeks where August seems to have lost one somewhere and May and June fitted in three. If I am not washing dishes, then I am washing clothes. If I am not dealing with the laundry then I am washing my hair. If I am not drowning myself washing my locks, I am struggling to reach to sponge bits of me elsewhere. On August 15, 2015 in General.