Recently I was having a catch-up call with a close friend. She spoke of how many years it took for her to be able to love herself for the whole of who she was, where she could be a caring and kind friend, or at least friendish, towards even the more excruciating and...
“It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth / the minor fall, the major lift.” From the song Halleluja, by Leonard Cohen I found myself in a dilemma in the process of writing this article. That’s not anything new, after all this is the creative process of writing...
