A woman in North Dakota, no longer waiting ‘for someone to complete me’, has married herself, according to this column in the Guardian. Her wedding to her ‘inner groom’ is a move that is celebrated, albeit with a healthy dose of cynicism, by the columnist who is ‘always cheered to hear that anyone has learned…
Let me purge my essays from my system with one mention, and then that’s it. Promise. I am not (or, at least, I never used to be) a last-minute person, but one of my essays went so wrong that I pretty much started again with two days to go. In it went at 11.35pm, 25…
Abbie is the 7 year old little sister of my goddaughter, Hannah. (See above for a picture she drew of us both – she’s the bigger, smilier one). She has a propensity to ask me difficult questions whenever I’m least expecting them: At 7am, she clambers into my bed, asks me why I’m at university, then…
Crying on public transport is always a bit embarrassing and it had been a while since I’d done it. Nonetheless, as I curled up on the Oxford Tube earlier this evening and watched the snowy surrounds of the M40 whizzing past, I found the tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. It was dark, the coach…
Remembrance Sunday has come round again. I’ve already managed to spectacularly decapitate my first poppy while putting on my coat, so I’m saving my new one for church this morning. One of my Spanish coursemates asked about my poppy (this was before it fell apart, as I knew it would), and refused to believe our…
Coming downstairs and finding a typically unexpected pot of food on the kitchen side with a note from one of my housemates: ‘Random Pakistani pudding (contains nuts). Please eat some!’ Bumping into a young African refugee who, in the three years I’ve known him, has changed from an insecure and anxious teenager into a…
Am a little bit surprised by how much I got into the Royal Wedding on Friday. We were up for the coverage from 8am (BBC of course. Who would watch a Royal Wedding on ITV??) and by the time Kate left the hotel we were dying with the anticipation of it all. The dress!…
Two weeks ago I was literally speechless. I had totally lost my voice. After a day of thwarted communication, of ‘conversations’ in which all I could do was listen, I set off to youth group with a slight sense of trepidation. It shouldn’t have surprised me that running a youth group with no voice wouldn’t…
This week at the counselling course we thought about non-verbal communication, the holistic nature of listening, and how to develop our self-awareness. We learnt about the Johari Window and different levels of ‘self’ – both the seen and the unseen – and the support that people need when undertaking new challenges or setting off on…
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