I started writing about this topic last week whilst reflecting on my own need to go to ground for a while. This was before it seemed as though a bit of a rest has become a worldwide imperative.Continue reading “resting and fallow ground”
Sometimes everything seems to stop. To grow cold, to come off the boil, to go flat—we have lots of ways to describe it. The enthusiasm we had for life, for our work, for a project, a relationship dissipates, and something else calls.Continue reading “welcoming wintry times”
A friend of mine told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’
When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead.Continue reading “clearing soul congestion”