There’s a secret beach near where I swim. It has cathedral sized caves set into the cliffs with natural pillars and deep blue green pools which turn black as they disappear into the gaping darkness. I call it the Magic Kingdom. My hubby calls it Narnia because it’s only accessible through a hidden cave, and
Finding Direction
An opportunity to fly
When I was gardening last summer a cheeky bird started following me around. She would grab the worms I dug up, and take them back to her babies in the tree over the fence. (They must have been very fat babies because there were so many worms). One day she perched out on the furthest
Success in scary times
After 9/11 strategic coach Dan Sullivan wrote a “Scary times” success manual. Since then it has been a popular read in subsequent crises including the GFC and again during the current global situation we are in. In at least 3 recent calls with clients I have directed them to this amazing resource so I decided
The outsiders
Being an outsider has been conditioned into me from the day I was born. It was the norm. I grew up in a working class suburb in a wealthy town in the South of England. My parents were Geordies (from the North East) so we had no relatives nearby. Later, I met my Aussie husband
Call the midwife
The photographer finished speaking, and silence ensued. The images hovered on the screen. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. ‘Something profound’ was the agreed murmuring. It took a full day to process the depth of feeling it evoked. We’d witnessed the birth of an idea, and the rebirth of an artist. The venue
It’s time to re-examine
‘I live 2 blocks from the George Floyd murder’ I heard, repeatedly yesterday, as I ran a 3.5 hour folio review marathon with photographers based in Minneapolis. ‘I had my bag packed and was ready to flee in case our building was burned down’ said one. ‘Please let there be change’, they all said. Starting
Find your flavour
Yesterday, during a Blitz, I found myself staring at brightly coloured, sun-a-flaring, golden meadows, bright green trees and crimson poppy fields. They were landscapes on steroids. Perfect, in a chocolate box, Fanta kind of way. They annoyed me a little. Something about them was not real. Unconvincing perhaps (though I couldn’t find a flaw). Digging