The old lie.

The old lie.

I find myself reflecting this evening, upon the strangest of Remembrance Sunday’s. As per usual, I’ve been mulling over the particular loss of a Kingsman I once knew. And, as per usual I was lamenting his death, and the injustice of it. Many of us have...
Often, it’s not what you think it is…

Often, it’s not what you think it is…

Whenever I get the opportunity to run workshops about trauma, I’ll generally start with a group activity asking learners to inspect what they already know about this most destructive condition. I’ll usually ask one key question – what IS trauma? I...