Author: Kaspa
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What’s the point of empathy?
This morning as I took my usual morning walk around the garden I heard a bird call that I didn’t recognise. I looked up and there was a female blackbird, with its mottled brown coat, sitting up high in the copper beech above me. It wasn’t singing the usual blackbird song. A warning call, I…
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Everything can become an offering
Late afternoon on Friday. The sun had already dipped behind the hills leaving the temple and garden in shadow, but the wide Severn valley and the distant hills of the Cotswolds were lit in a dusky gold light. I glimpsed the view, a picture of stillness, through the grubby window of one of our guest…
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Giving up on pefection
I don’t know why I was thinking about perfection. Perhaps it was after spending three hours trying to get a new template for this website to work, before giving up on the idea. I had a design for the site in mind and the more I reached out towards it the further away it got.…
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Paying attention to a world that is falling apart
The clouds are mostly just grey today; a flat sky that only gives up its colour and texture under close examination. I woke up at eight, to the sound of our oldest cat mewing for breakfast. I shuffled through the dark flat, fed him, and the girl cat scurrying after us, and went back to…
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Fragile and Uncertain Creatures
On the top floor of the temple is a long, high ceilinged hallway between the residents bedrooms. The carpet is a mottled beige, worn down the centre. Dim lightbulbs hang from long cords in paper lampshades. Just as you go into the hallway, look up, and you will see a stain on the ceiling and…
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Word of the year 2017
I walked from my office, down the long dark hallway, up the stairs, past the big window that looks over the car-park, answered the door, signed for the parcel, and walked back to my office. Expect I wasn’t walking, I was rushing. My footsteps thudded through the carpet onto the wooden floorboards, creaking and squeaking…
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Finding Peace
I had been searching for quiet. The hills are a gift. I puffed up the muddy paths. The hills were covered in rust bracken, wet brown leaves, rabbit nibbled grass, damp moss… Above St. Ann’s Well the fog thickened. I sat on a wooden bench, next to the path at the ridge, and looked out…
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Ten things you can get from therapy
1. Better relationships As you start to learn what makes you tick, what makes others tick, and what your triggers are, it becomes easier to connect with others and to build better relationships. 2. Increased confidence A good run of therapy will leave you with more confidence, as you start to trust yourself more deeply.…
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Turning away from anxiety and depression
We usually come to therapy because we are unhappy, or dissatisfied; because we want to change. Often, what we want to change from is feeling anxious or depressed. Anxiety can be like a constant worrying, both in the mind and in the body, it can be a feeling of being on edge, of always being…
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Why do we come to therapy?
Why do we come and sit in a room, and talk to a stranger, and share our deepest thoughts and feelings? My therapy room is at the end of a long narrow corridor. In the winter the corridor is light by bulbs hanging in Victorian glass lampshades. In the summer, light from the open doors…