This afternoon I had the privilege of listening and holding space whilst someone disclosed something from their childhood. We never know how the threads of our early life, woven into us at a young age, will affect us in later life. All that we go through (& it's thought all that our mothers and grandmother's go through) is stored in our minds and bodies. Even when we think we've put something behind us, dealt with or processed trauma... sometimes all it takes is one external

I had a Spiritual Counselling/Accompaniment session this morning for a client. Before our sessions I always have a look around the house... on all my many shelf and windowsill altars to see what wants to come. I trust what I'm drawn to not needing to make sense of it. This is what came today. A bee... berries... beads... beans! The bee I made out of felt... berries is picked for a Mabon altar... beads I bought from Greece intrigued with this Eastern orthodox prayer tool (& of

Listening to trauma & sadness... fears & love stories... troubles & joys... hopes & dreams... Stories of life... of what it is to be human. This is one of the biggest honours of being a spiritual counselor & minister... of life! Being invited into someone's life for a few minutes... a few hours... to listen. Back in my corporate days, when I facilitated programmes in coaching, consulting & facilitation skills, I used to help people explore what it is to truly listen. How we