Welcome to a cosy place of self compassion.
Welcome
Welcome observers, to a spot where I place the unfolding’s of my brain, a remedy to calm my chaotic internal monologue. Expect pompous fluff and poignant prose covering topics on health and wellness. I am overly critical yet easily forgiving with a desire to return to a pre-industrial cottage industry and a penchant
Well-being
Well-being, an overused and cringy phrase. My toes curl writing it and I will soon have a degree specialising in the matter. What has ruined it are the stereotypes and schemas we or mostly I have assigned to the idea of well-being. White men cresting hills, lonely women laughing at salads, finding
The “Birtley Massage”
This post is brought to you on the back of absolute delight in the kindness and enthusiasm shown by you folk across the globe who have dropped on by to take a read. I sense it is a sign that I have found my people. I intend this to be
For Science: Yoga Fresh!
Welcome to “For Science”, hopefully a weekly occurrence. I will begin by confirming this is in no way genuine research, nor am I a scientist. This is a non-scalable, non-evidence based personal account of doing stuff and trying things in pursuit of good feelings and a healthier existence. I lay no
Life Course Theory
“When a tree is felled, we can see how long it has lived, wet and dry seasons, trauma and abundance (Wohlleben, 2017). Life course theory dictates that humans too are a manifestation of all their lifelong experiences and are products of their environment (Jones et al, 2018). All is connected,
Bereavement Wizard
I ended my last post on a promise that this would be a fun one. Clearly, you’ve not met me. I have failed to write since my mother passed, but here, I find myself perched in front of keys once again, spurred on by the recent experience of modern grief.