PS to Courage Resilience and Peace

Good afternoon dear friends,

Marcel Proust once said, “The real voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes but in having new eyes.”

Thank you so much for all the loving and thoughtful responses to my most recent newsletter. For those who received a blank instead of the letter, here is the link

I realise increasingly and with almost a child like astonishment, that the more we reach out and connect with our common humanity, the more supported we feel.

It is so important to cherish what we have.  Connection is fundamental to the well-being of everyone. Connection to the loving support of others, to the energy of best wishes and prayers AND the seemingly ordinary, mysteriously unfolding, moment by moment. The interplay of the wind and leaves waving in response, the seasons changing as the earth turns around the sun, the smile of  another, the air on your skin, the ground beneath your feet and the dustmen empying the dustbins, all these are to be cherished....... and we do this simply, by paying attention.

Please note during this period that I am continuing to work one-to-one or with couples, from my office at the bottom of our garden in Oving. I am available on Skype too. It is always better in the mornings from now on but can arrange other times to suit.

Here below is another wonderful poem by David Whyte.

With love to you on a late summer day in August.


Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama

as if you were alone.

As if life were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.

To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings.


Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus,

crowding out your solo voice.


You must note

the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of thingsto come,

the doors have always been there

to frighten you  and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.


Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into

the conversation. The kettle is singing

even as it pours you a drink,

the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and

seen the good in you at last.


All the birds and creatures of the world

are unutterably themselves.

Everything is waiting for you.