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“But I often ask myself, when will they have a chance to relax, to appreciate beauty…life?”

The past – your past – is history. It’s been, it’s gone and nothing can ever buy it back and whilst to a great degree it’s shaped and defined who you are today it can’t hurt you. It doesn’t have to hurt you unless of course you let it.

This week my friend and I did a vulnerable thing – we swapped recordings of one another’s singing voices. It was both fun and scary, because our voices were so different – she has a beautiful, sweet and clear pop/folk voice, and I have a voice that in the pop-range sounds like an over-earnest bespectacled twelve-year old choir girl. However, when I sing opera it’s transformed into a beautiful, pure spinning […]

I had the pleasure of writing for Moral Revolution just recently. I’m a huge supporter of their work and all the team do from counselling people in difficulty, to inspiring healthy relationships.

I have a confession: I often think of myself as a ghost. I don’t do this consciously, needless to say, but there is something about my self-identity that tends to forget I have a body. As a child, I was bony and awkward, but intelligent. While my friends moved with grace and agility, I kept away from team sports, and excelled in the world of brain and exams. 

Thanks to an evil virus, this month I lost my voice for the first time since I was a teenager. My voice began like a choirboy’s voice breaking: husky, punctuated with squeaks; and by the end of the day it was barely a whisper. My throat hurt, but from the engine-centre of my neck, as though I had been revving it too hard.

There are two types of friends: bus friends and covenant friends. 

We had a lively discussion on this morning’s Woman to Woman show which resulted in a listener saying "I’d better hang up my hot pants then!".