Real metamorphosis

Caterpillars are not ‘transformed’ into butterflies. There is no blast of magic that gives the little crawly pest its beautiful wings. The whole process is in fact gruesome. To become a butterfly, that caterpillar has to die, to dissolve in enzymes and become a shapeless slime before its cells begin rearranging themselves into new legs,…

Silk threads

Between that old world and now lies an intangible half-truth of apparent idyll in muted tones captured in soft focus so we didn’t have to let them go. Those welcome days were real Enough that I could once feel their warm shadows and hold them close. In lonely desperation, I grasp those threads of silk…

I shaved my head

I think my wife is possibly going to hit the roof when she gets in from work. Or maybe not, she’s quite used to my odd behaviour now. I do often have these impulses to make drastic changes. I cycled to a meeting this morning. It was cold, so I wore a hat. Then I felt self-conscious about…

Strangers: They’re just people I don’t yet know

I’m trying out a new therapy group tonight. After scouring the internet for weeks, I eventually found a group that meets weekly and is only a 30 minute drive from home. The chap who runs it is an Adlerian therapist. I’ve not encountered this approach before, so I am intrigued. I was supposed to attend…