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
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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
What your clients need now
Time has been behaving weirdly this past month or two. A week flies by. A day feels like eternity. A month is like a year. (What DID you do in April?) It’s wildly different for everyone. There are some commonalities in the way people are behaving though, and I want to share them with you
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
The biggest gift you have right now
I have to admit, this whole lockdown thing (and my rest and assess week) has made me a bit of a morning sloth. So on Sunday, when I discovered that I’d managed to get myself out of bed an hour earlier I was delighted and more than a little self-satisfied. Here I was at 7am,