Do you remember Trigger, the hapless street cleaner from Only Fools and Horses , who once proudly claimed he’d had the same broom for 20...

In the previous blog, The Gap Between Us: What Makes Therapy a Privilege , I began to explore the idea of gapness —that subtle, insistent...

When therapists say “the work is a privilege” , what do we really mean? Speaking personally, I mean that it’s an honour. An honour that...

Across mythologies, the image of a sacred tree rises again and again. The World Tree. The Tree of Life. A great structure that connects...

What phenomenon determines the way that cities tend to emerge along rivers? Or why complex life only developed on Earth after the right...

What if you were offered hidden information about yourself—insights you’re rarely, if ever, allowed to know? Would you take that offer?...

During the summer of 1996, when I was fourteen, it was the time of the Olympic Games, and Mum took my brother and me to a Butlin’s...

Can you think of a time when you had (or were) just what somebody else needed? Perhaps you really ‘got’ what they were saying, and you...

The brightest, most vivid experience of being a part of a team is the way that my wife and I are partnered in raising our children. In...

It is said that when you’re young you have time and you have energy but you have no money. When you’re middle aged you still have...

Shared under a Creative Commons license from Calle Macarone on Unsplash I love flying. I love flying because I love travel – I want to...

Ever since I put out the blog ‘On holograms and seeing through time’ I’ve been trying to work out what I called a ‘principle of...

Bob Dylan once sang that: ‘He not busy being born is busy dying’. When I first heard this lyric – in university days in London – I...

From around 16 to 19 years I old I played in a band. I was lead singer and wrote about half the songs. We were called Serotonin and we...

In the summer of 2004, I visited a friend in Michigan. It was my first time in the United States and I was thrilled to be there, and was...

Quite a few summers ago now, before the children came along, Lorinda and I headed down to London for a couple of nights. We had tickets...

Currier, N. and Merritt Ives, J. (1892). The Tree of Life Now that we’re well into September, there’s a subtle chill in the air – autumn...

It’s in the little things, of course. The feeling for me is of a lightness of being, brushing my five year-old daughter’s hair as she...

We all know what it feels like: when the bubble bursts and life gets really heavy. Arms and legs feel heavy, it takes energy to move, and...

On a relatively rare day of uninterrupted sunshine during these closing stages of the summer, I took a walk through and out of the...