Category Archives: love

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We are here, we are settled and we are happily ensconced at the Ellen bird.

Ellen bird : coffee shop, gift shop, play area, party area, homework area etc.

Practitioners : speech therapist, remedial teacher, integral coach.

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February the month of love

Love love the big love. Which organ serves you most in love?

Is it the heart ? Or could it be the brain?

Could it be the gut??

Are the gut and the brain connected? Is the heart just a pump or it the seat of the soul there?

Love is patient love is kind. Love is in essence a pure distilled un-muddied thing.

Yet the process of love is very muddy.

We all yearn for it, even the toughest amongst us. Even the hardest of the hard, well some would argue they yearn for it more. In more ways than one 😉

The body is a vessel that contains so much, working in synergy, a whole lot of stuff being co-ordinated on a minute to minute basis. A miracle indeed.

Physical, biological, chemistry and so much much more! Then throw emotion in there. It’s a wonder we can “contain” it all.

I will end with my favourite Kalil Gibran ” The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy it can contain.” Sad but happy.


The wounded healer

For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.

I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.

I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.

Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.

History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.

I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.

Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?

Wounded. In a process of healing.

To love or not to love

I wonder upon love today. It is to me a great enigma. A very odd journey that seems confused a very great majority of the time.

Inborn, inbreed a deep hole of desire that reaches out like tendrils in an almost constant fashion and is either requited or unrequited. If only the majority of cups were full I think the world would be a better place.

Understanding each other, men and women, is all at once extremely complicated and sublimely simple. A choice really. A dying to self. Some are not capable.

The love of another seems something no man (or woman) can do without and yet so few have their innermost deep yearning fulfilled.

Some of us choose wrong, some of us make very big mistakes that can’t be undone. Some of us are just too strong willed. Sad really. Intimacy makes for greater inner strength if the sum of two parts is greater than themselves on their own and also makes a way stronger soul fly much higher on another plane.

Loving is indeed dying in many ways. Some just can not or will not die and so will never fly. Not on earth in this finite body.

And yet dying to self can be so freeing.

Love is certainly not only physical, it is so much more.

Love is strong, in it resides the greatest power there is in this world. So few are able to access it – a good thing in a sense.

So, love, reserved only for a few. Some only experience it in the twilight zone of their lives once life has ground away the rot that must go. Some are born lights of love and it shines out of every pore from day one and grows steadily in a selfless way for all to see it unmistakably.

Requited love oh what a thing, can move mountains. Unrequited seems to turn into a horrible monster that destroys much both physical and spiritual. Oh that it could all be requited.

Nourish and flourish

A lovely home cooked meal that is diabetic friendly and low in carbs.

Chicken moussaka : divine tender chicken and bacon with aubergine smothered in a cheesy herbed sauce

Thai chicken curry : mild thai curry with julienne veggies in a coconut sauce

Melanzane Parmigiana : roast aubergine with a slow-cooked delicious tomato parmesan and mozzarella cheese sauce

Cottage Pie : savoury mince with creamy sweet potato and butternut mash

singles, doubles and 4 portions available in store : 26 hilton avenue


Eat healthy live long and well!


Katie Melua – smooth and sauve

Nine Million Bicycles”

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That’s a fact,
It’s a thing we can’t deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.

We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That’s a guess,
No-one can ever say it’s true
But I know that I will always be with you.

I’m warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don’t call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say

There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you’re the one I love the most of all

We’re high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I’ll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That’s a Fact,
it’s a thing we can’t deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!


Turns out my girls also quite like Katie, though not as much as Amy, but it struck me this morning whilst listening that the lyrics are just so beautifully constructed. Not only the divine eastern tones intertwined with lyrics that I like, but the difference between facts and guesses. And that fact that love is a fact and not a guess.

Call me old-fashioned and a romantic but I am just so happy my girls like quality, and quality that inspires romance.  I also feel quite small, but hugely blessed.bicycle2bicycle2