On the search that keeps you circling, and what happens when you stop I injured my right hand a little while ago, which meant I could not write with it. Around the same time I interviewed a woman who suggested I try writing with my left. Not as a workaround. As a practice. She talked about it the way you might talk about a door, and given that my dominant hand was out of action anyway, the timing felt almost arranged. So I sat down and wrote with my left hand, slowly, badly.

I was having a conversation with a German friend recently when a word surfaced in my memory that I had not thought about in a long time: Arschengel. I had once seen it printed on a postcard, and it made me laugh. But sitting there, mid-conversation, it came back to me. And with it, something Robert Betz once said about what the word actually means. It unlocked something. It reminded me of a pattern I have noticed looking back at my life, one I could not see while I was living

We often swing between feeling powerless and secretly blaming ourselves for everything. This piece explores a softer middle path of empowered responsibility where you honour what is truly yours, hand back what is not, and begin to co create your life with more clarity, love and inner trust.