School is Here.
My son wrote this poem at the end of his first day at secondary school and it so sums up how I feel too….I love it!
School is Here
School is here, you can tell.
The grudginess from within is brought to our unstable souls as well,
One second you can be at … Read more
The end of the primary school years
You know that feeling, where you wake up and for a split second the world is as it has always been, and then it descends with a weight; the knowledge that something significant has ended and that life will never be the same again.
Have you had that feeling?
I’ve had it before in my … Read more
The courage to survive
I’ve already written about my visit to Poland and the concentration camps.
I’m not sure I would have survived the holocaust.
Literally. My family were Jewish so some didn’t survive. My great grandparents were murdered in Auschwitz. Their names are not recorded by the Nazi’s as they weren’t worth recording; they just got straight off … Read more
Language, power and the holocaust
I’ve just come back from a school trip to Krakow to learn more about the history of what happened in Poland under the Third Reich. So much has stayed with me, but one of the more subtle things is the way that language played a part.
It is well documented that the Nazi machine reduced … Read more
Yoga Failure and Success
I’m the bottom of the class. A yoga teacher training class.
I’ve been here before; at the bottom.
During my some of my O’ and A’ levels I was that student that the teacher picked out for extra attention I was so bad.
Mrs Garrett the Maths teacher would explain the Maths to the whole … Read more
Learning Strictly Style
We watch Strictly. Partner can dance…or he would if we could find lessons locally to get me up to speed. We started learning but then life got in the way, you know how it does.
As a kid I did ballet for years, but was way too tall and not very good so for all … Read more