Madge. Sweet Madge.
She died last week and we were together til the end.
Sorry if I haven’t or don’t return your calls, but all the love and good wishes we received were (and are) so generous and comforting.
She didn’t want her death to be private. She wanted people to know that “It’s ok”, and that the final physical chapter doesn’t have to be scary.
The ripples of her generosity, kindness and serenity continue and I hope in some way to open up the conversation around death and grief. We have to create an open, honest space to talk about this colossal inevitability and support each other.
More of that later, but in the meantime…
Love you Mum, I’m so lucky you were mine ❤️
Summer is fading and the melancholia of late August is ripe, but there is so much to be grateful for. Make sure the people you love know it and don’t sweat the small stuff. At the end it’s irrelevant ❤️
FINALLY! “The Trial of Christine Keeler” is on Netflix as of today!
Parts and knock-yer-socks-off scripts like this (god bless Amanda Coe) do not come around often. And doing it with the most heavenly cast of @jginorton@elliebamber_@earlywelsh@nathanstewartjarrett@samuelrcrane@jackgreenlees Ben Miles @emiliarosefox@andrea_harkin_film.tv …it just doesn’t get better.
The true story of this young woman who endured unrelenting, insufferable abuse is astonishing. Her resilience taught me so much. It’s the recent past… but just how much has the treatment of women changed?
There’s spies, sex and (of course) scandal… But at the heart of it is Christine. Her story. On Her terms.
I really hope you enjoy it as much it as we enjoyed making it. X
Coming out of hibernation with thanks and maybe a dash of inspiration for anyone who’s ever felt similar….
Radical resets for me tended to play out as excuses to be mean and self punitive. Rather than needing to be more of something positive, I needed to be less of something negative. Always less. Never room for growth or taking up space. Last year, after umming and aahing (and frankly feeling rather hopeless) I stopped drinking, did some hard thinking, bit the bullet and did something I was always ashamed I wanted, training to become a Yoga instructor. I was prepared to work hard, sweat and be (incredibly!) sore, but nothing prepared me for the transformative wisdom and unbound kindness I experienced.
This is a note of love to those I met and continue to meet through Yoga, which turns out to be the most surprising, generous gift both as a practitioner and generally overwhelmed human!
Everything in yoga mirrors life and as one of my teachers @echolikesyoga says, “We can do tricky things”. Be open and take a leap. ❤️
