Saying Hello

Saying Hello

I was on retreat last weekend, spending many happy hours contemplating one bluebell dell after another as far as the eye could see. I basked in nature’s wonders where nothing is asked of me. I could body-feel deep interconnectedness - the trees absorb my out-breath,...

Coaching As A Craft

Coaching As A Craft

My lovely husband phoned to say there was something on BBC Radio 4 “about the body and coaching” (bless him, he knows those words are synonymous with ‘Clare’). I tuned in. I heard Patsy Rodenberg talking about her craft and for the first time considered that I could...

Making More Space

Making More Space

It’s very easy to say “take a step back,” “see the bigger picture,” “make more space,” “just detach” and, in my experience, much harder to do in practice. As I was working with someone today, I was taken by surprise when a fresh way to do this presented itself, so I...

A different kind of midwife

A different kind of midwife

I’m pretty sure if I reference the subject of death in the title or first few lines here, the majority of readers will - understandably - cast aside in favour of something more palatable. I admit, this would have been my reaction until some months ago. But observing...

Allowing Space

Allowing Space

My revered teacher Dr. Richard Strozzi-Heckler speaks of “what wants to come to form” and my favourite philosopher Dr. Eugene Gendlin talks about the felt sense allowing something new to form when given the attention it needs. The acclaimed dancer Isadora Duncan...

About Change

About Change

It’s hard to be honest about change, but I’m pretty sure if we could be honest, it would go something like this: I want things to change, but I don’t want to tolerate how change feels, or actually change anything (because familiarity is reassuring) I just want to be...

Comparison and Creativity

Comparison and Creativity

I’m back from my walk, this morning’s a bracing one amidst leaf-strewn pathways as the days shorten and autumn draws in. I love this season of change (although I have to admit, not the one ahead). Some mornings I listen to classical music, others to...

The Embodiment of Recovery

The Embodiment of Recovery

In a couple of weeks time I am celebrating thirty-five years’ sobriety. For the uninitiated that means twelve thousand seven hundred and seventy-five continuous days without alcohol. Of any kind. That’s what surprises most people. “Not even a sip?” Nope. No sherry...

Friendship

Friendship

Friendship has surfaced in conversation with clients lately, and in all honesty, has been challenging for me over the years. As an only and an introvert shaped by parents who required my undivided attention (to co-regulate their dysregulated selves) being with others...

A matter of time

A matter of time

Despite being a writer of non-fiction, I prefer to lose myself in well written fiction (especially Kate Atkinson’s). So when I come across something un-put-down-able, the type that has me say, nay shout, “everyone should read this book”! I’m compelled to share....

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