by Clare Myatt | Oct 1, 2025 | Thoughts
There’s a peculiar magic in awkwardness. It shows up when least expected or welcome — the sudden rise of heat in the room, the blush creeping up the neck, the stressful search for somewhere to put your hands. Just last week, I found myself standing at the edge of a...
by Clare Myatt | Sep 1, 2025 | Thoughts
My High School teacher will tell you I was not adept in scientific realms, preferring the gentle art of calligraphy and printing fabric. I was not a member of the phys-chem-bio clan destined for medical school or further scientific study, I was a member of the English...
by Clare Myatt | Aug 1, 2025 | Thoughts
Celebration isn’t the right word. Celebration suggests cake and candles and corks popping. It reminds me of the moment when someone said “Thirty-five years sober? We should celebrate, let’s get champagne” the irony completely lost on them. A few days ago,...
by Clare Myatt | Jul 1, 2025 | Thoughts
Through me course wide rivers and in me rise tall mountains. And beyond the thickets of my agitation and confusion there stretch the wide plains of my peace and surrender. All landscapes are within me. And there is room for everything. Etty Hillesum I have to pause,...
by Clare Myatt | Jun 1, 2025 | Thoughts
“I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding” John O’Donohue I have glimpses of living in flow. Those special moments when everything is in alignment, there is a sense of effortlessness, being is just a simple endeavour...
