Soul Dipping

by Joanne Hipplewith . . . “… to be able to respond to the background ‘it’ differentially as we do, what must be in the nature of the ‘flowing stuff’ that we are immersed in?… what, actually, is our experience like initially, such that we seem to draw on a ‘common world’ in our efforts at communicating our experiences linguistically […]

A Gift in the Wind

By Jenn McKinney . . . It was a month into lockdown when the brown papered parcel came in the post.  As I unwrapped the package I grew more and more puzzled, firstly due to the soft feel of the contents and then by the vivid colours that began to emerge as I unpeeled the paper, small pieces of material […]

The Little Stone Bird: After The Fire

By Leah Salter . . . I have been thinking recently about storytelling and creative writing groups I facilitate and take part in with women who have been referred by (and are surviving) secondary care mental health services, in my work within the NHS in Wales. I have written about these groups previously (Salter and Newkirk, 2019). They are an […]

Ice-Cream

By Clare Wenham . . . UK “lockdown” Day 47 . . . “You are your own stories….I see your life as already artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art”. Toni Morrison, Wellesley Commencement address 2004. I bought it weeks ago, anticipating a noisy, family Easter Sunday: salted caramel and vanilla, strawberries and cream.  It’s clogging […]

On Planes that have Changed into Birds

By Szymon Chrzastowski . . . The Psychological Counselling Centre of The University of Warsaw, Poland . . . “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the word Emily Dickinson I’m very busy in everyday life, dividing my time between academic duties and conducting psychotherapy. I also try to […]

This Is Not Normal

By Gaby Charing . . . I already have my death booked. After living for seven years with bowel cancer, I’m no longer having treatment. An end-of-life care package is a phone call away. I’m just stopped at the lights. Death doesn’t frighten me. I’m past all that. You, by contrast, weren’t expecting this. Yes, anyone can be cut down […]