Amoeba. That’s what the first half of this year felt like. Parts of my life were dropping like flies and I was left with just me. A single-celled 'me', without a defined shape, that could just about slink my way across the floor before it used up all its energy. Taking action, but not really clear … Continue reading Me, my yoga mat, and God
It’s the Little Girl inside me that holds my hand, looks up into my eyes, and starts pulling me towards all that life has to offer on the other side.