Our internal and external worlds are intrinsically linked. Internally, when we have negative, fear-based or busy thinking it accumulates and manifests as thought clutter, clogging up the flow of energy in every aspect of our lives.
I've been on the road for a good 16 months now, living out of my backpack and staying with different welcoming hosts, from family to strangers to friends. The last 3 months have been spent at home, home being the UK and more specifically Newcastle.
I think for people like me, a child born to first generation immigrants and has ended up drifting from city to city, there really is no sense of home. So what chances do the new influx of refugees have of making a lasting home when many end up ghettoised and excluded. I wish them all the luck in the world, but however hard you try, learn the language and adopt the ways it's hard to find a place to genuinely call home.
Do you know what a wifelet is? By any chance, you ask yourself, is it a bit like a pikelet? Well, not exactly. Although if by pikelet you mean a sort of regional Oop North crumpet, then you're perhaps not too wide of the mark. Before you start getting ideas that this is going to be some pun-laden critique of The Great British Bake Off, sorry, but it's not.
Upcycling: the latest ephemeral trend or a way of life? I think it could just be the latter. With more and more of us beginning to care about the mark we leave on this planet, upcycling is a perfect place to start.
Housing associations are ready and willing to do more. We offer a partnership to agree objectives and produce a genuinely strategic response. What the current generation, and their children's generation, need is a government and housing sector that work together to help them into the homes they need. This isn't about generating headlines, it's about building homes and meeting families' aspirations and the need to work together to achieve that.
With some reports suggesting house prices in central London have cooled dramatically and increasing demand for commercial space in the Capital will th...
We kept photos and the books I just could not part with. We didn't need them overseas but I knew I would want them again one day (and I am SO glad I didn't get rid of these! Recipe books, spiritual and religious books that I dip into frequently and our daughter's books from her toddler years.)
Set an alarm for a normal waking up time. Waking up swaddled in your sumptuously soft duvet, the groggy morning haze streaming through the window and the world waking up around you, makes it hard to get up.
My university days are officially over, and the past three years have flown by horrendously fast. Apart from receiving a 1st for my dissertation, the second most memorable part of my university experience has to be the dreaded move from my home in Essex to Kent...
This blog post was first published at Wild Woman. I close my shutters on the night sky. A different view to the place I first called home, and the se...