100 Reads in 2020

Each 25th January I am hit with the same remorse as I recall that I have yet to make any meaningful progress on my dreams. I think of Dwynwen, the patron saint of lovers in Wales, and I think of Robert Burns, the Scottish poet and lyricist. It’s not a coincidence that I think of these two seemingly unrelated figures, they are drawn together in my mind in great part because the 25th January is both Dydd Santes Dwynwen (Saint Dwynwen’s Day) and Burns’ Night. Partly due to my Celtic ancestral sympathies, and partly because I have a love of,…

/ˈrʌnɪŋ/

Originally posted on Tabitha's Adventures :
Those of you that know me will know that I have long had a love/hate relationship with running. I was actually a sprinter in my youth but then many years of doing not much exercise other than dancing at clubs meant my running ability severely suffered. Roll on to 2002, I had just come back from nearly 2 years of travelling and was out of work. I was at the gym one day and heard an advert for charity places in the London Marathon. I thought, why not? A few months later and I…

Exposure: be body kind

The theme of this year’s Mental Health Awareness Week is body image, a topic that many of us have likely self-quarrelled with to some degree or other. And if you’re like me, it’s an issue that will have long roots reaching far back into your earliest memories. I was a tender five-year old dreamer and I remember feeling shame for my body. I was told I looked like a boy, much to my chagrin and my proclamation to the contrary. I was wearing a cute sleeveless tunic dress in blue with flowers. My hair was a pixie crop, the way…