Tucking future promises deep into the dark earth.

Self care at work isn’t scented candles and hot baths. It might be as simple - or hard - as a water and a wee. Although, a poem suggests baths may also be the answer.

Our ability to be vulnerable doesn’t exist outside the systems we inhabit. We can’t expect someone to operate with vulnerability without ensuring that conditions are safe to do so. We would be demanding a chameleon not change colour in a forest of snakes.

Electric car excitement and thoughts on avoiding drift onto the hard shoulder of burn out

Sunny spring days find me grubbing around on my hands and knees, pulling up weeds. It is surprisingly hard work, sometimes deeply satisfying; other times hugely frustrating. The aesthetic of weeds doesn’t bother me, but I want to give the tender new growth maximum chance to flourish. It makes me think about how we can take the same care of our inner soils, particularly when we are making new plans, or taking on new challenges.

Using intentions to shift from handbreak turns to sustainable change. Also what I’m reading and listening to.