Trauma
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Remembering Who You Truly Are.
On a bright cool Tuesday afternoon , in 1994, I sat in Leicester Odeon cinema, watching an animated film that had held me since the very first note, chord and voicing. I was 16 and holding in the blubbing tears… Continue reading
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The Last Death (is never the final one, nor the first)
Right now my head is spinning. Right now my head is terrorised. Right now it’s pounding and pounding. High alert signals protrude into every other moment. Head raging. Head spinning. Pulsing into high alert. I want it to stop. I… Continue reading
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Nobody with No-body.
Loving myself, meant loving my body. All of it. For 40 years I felt one form of body shame or another. My innocent nakedness was shamed early by my mother. Her favourite story to tell on every occasion, even to… Continue reading
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Breakfast with my Shadow.
Men Fawn Too. (Extra Travel Bonus Piece) I wasnt alone for my breakfast this morning. When I woke up the voice was still inside my head. I got up, showered and then went down to the lobby for breakfast. Im… Continue reading
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Eat, Train, Love (Part 2)
Unexpected Cologne, heaviness of Hamburg. Im writing this at the beginning of my day 3, sitting in the lobby area of the delightful hostel I’m in just next to Hamburg dbf railway station. My first hostel experience, and they have… Continue reading
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Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.
Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be… Continue reading
