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I have just published the first blogpost of my book "The practice of human being". You can read it on my "blog to book" site here.

It feels good to have published the draft; yet at the same time a little scary. I remind myself what I often convey to my trainee therapist students - that excitement and anxiety have a common root sensation - it is how we label or add meaning to those sensations that make it 'feel' positive or negative. 

I hope you enjoy the read; and a reminder - I would love to have your comments and feedback.

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Proust wisdomI recently shared that my “Year in Review” process this time around had underlined my motivation and commitment to getting my “blog to book” project on the road. I have been writing some drafts for the book alongside the writing of this blog, but something had been holding me back from ‘going live’. I feel I have addressed that block thanks to some deep contemplation of my aspiration as a Bodhisattva and some help from Marcel Proust (via my very wise wife) 

“Our wisdom begins where that of the author ends, and we would like him to give us answers, when all he can do is give us desires”

In other words, I want my writing to inspire others rather than provide them all the answers.

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Over the Christmas period, my Auntie died. The timing was fitting - both her parents, my grandparents, died in the lead up to Christmas some 34 years ago now. It’s funny how certain themes get woven in to the fabric of a family’s narrative.

I knew my Auntie’s death was imminent. Some four years ago, shortly after being diagnosed with Parkinson’s, she signed up to “Exit”, one of the the assisted suicide schemes available in Switzerland; a country she had made home since moving there in her early twenties. As her condition deteriorated, my Auntie mentioned her “option” more often. A necessitated stay in hospital before Christmas, no chance of returning home and being in too much pain lead her to say “enough is enough”. I cannot imagine the life she had to live these past few years, but I can understand it was too much and she had a choice to cease that suffering made available to her.