Do you catch yourself regularly doing something expected yet unexpected. And when you rationalise it’s impossible to explain? Let me elaborate. It has dawned on me I carry out idiosyncratic rituals that have no rhyme or reason. I suppose I have never, contrary to my desire, been a carefree person…

I’ve recently experienced bereavement. I find it perplexing that our frail bodies and minds confront it as part of being human because it is a ferocious and jarring encounter. Grief can arise from a multitude of circumstances — the break up of a friendship, the loss of something personal, a…

I am fascinated by the existence and need for religion having been cajoled by a mother who found deep support and understanding through it to a father whose logical wiring could never accept its broad premise. It conjures a variety of perspectives which for some never the twain shall meet…

So this is odd for me. A follow on post! Last time I discussed originality and very unscientifically concluded we still have much to discover and create. Long live originality. However here’s the dilemma. Most of us like to think we can be original and in fact have been in…

I often catch myself having discussions about whether we will run out of novel ideas, stutter on never before heard music, or fail to riff intriguingly on words. Have we reached the limits of originality? I don’t feel so or more truthfully cannot bear the thought we have. One of…

I have heard it termed ‘ the dark side of emotional intelligence’. Why is manipulation part of the human tool kit? Why do we engage in manipulation in much more of our daily lives than we are willing to admit — how malign a term is it? …

I love an exaggerated eye roll, a vicious tongue slashing, a verbal rollicking lightly peppered with inflammatory language…..I know I know….not something I should be proud of though in fairness I’m pretty effective at being contemptuous…. Cost centre 3 has contempt down to a pat. Hand on jutted hip, a…

Blood is a magical constituent of our bodies. A diligent soldier that fulfils our basic needs yet is the most intimate substance that clasps our secrets close. Even as an adult I will always take the moment to watch as it lazily oozes from my skin; it’s luscious and unctuous…

It takes a certain kind of person to appreciate me as my reputation has been much maligned over centuries. I’m seen as an uninvited guest who deadens the tumult of your mind. But deep down you accept I am shades of grey; a paradox and you need me. I am…