As I shake out the blanket and prepare to lay it out, there’s a scurry of activity as the insect population races to get clear. I’ve slipped my shoes off and I can feel the dry crispness of the long grass scratching my ankles. There’s a hum of bees and flying bugs and the gentle breeze sets a background soundtrack of gentle rustling. It’s warm but not stiflingly so, thanks to the light breeze. With the scene so perfectly set for rest and relaxation, how could it go wrong

I had a problem and it felt very uncomfortable. I should have been better - at least that’s what my mind told me. You wouldn’t have...

I tried to look away but there was something so compelling about watching her. Or rather watching the life she was (half) experiencing...

I was vaguely aware of the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor against my cheek. My sweat encrusted hair falling down over my face. ...

Sunday afternoon and I stand back from my handiwork. The sun is streaming in through the skylight in my kitchen and the birds are...

I couldn’t move. There was no pain, just an emptiness. I closed my eyes and sensed into my body. Everything felt disconnected. It was...