The Chicken or the..?
I don’t know what it is you saw when you first looked at the photograph above. I opened the fridge door and was surprised to find a chicken on the bottom shelf that wasn’t there before. Where did it come from? Why hadn’t I noticed it before? What’s going on? I was...
My Rubbish Blog
I’m used to the streets of Richmond, Twickenham and St. Margarets - my Cognitive Hypnotherapy practice is based in these areas - and I run around them on a regular basis. But I’ve never plogged along them and so last Sunday was a first for me. What is plogging?...
Memories-The Compilation Album
Not far from my Cognitive Hypnotherapy practice in Twickenham there is an excellent record shop. Records were very important to me. When I was young we had a choice of listening to music in the following ways - on the radio, on record (albums, 12” singles, the odd 10”...
Communication: The beast at Tanagra
This is not a blog about the perils of watching too much television, or how much time we lose gorging on box sets on Netflix. They are good things to discuss of course, but as I’m currently ‘investing’ time working my way through Star Trek: The Next Generation as well...
Enjoy the Silence
I had one of those moments this morning as I was on my way to my hypnotherapy practice in Twickenham. Silence. It feels as for the briefest of moments the world has been dialled down to zero. A stillness descends as though the world is catching its breath. For me...
We Need To Talk About…Chocolate
Chocolate. Chocolate. Chocolate. Even as I write those words images, thoughts and feelings flood my body and mind. Like a lot of relationships I’ve had this one also falls into the “it’s complicated” status. I love chocolate. I love milk chocolate particularly. My...