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Things fall apart

 

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“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears” – Nelson Mandela

A week has gone by since the referendum that shook the United Kingdom. I’ve got to say, I’m still reeling.

The initial surprise has given way to pure disbelief and countless questions.
I have been told not to “panic”. I have been told “we were fine before we joined the EU”. I have been told not to “overreact”. Continue reading

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Happiness is a warm husky

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Atle – Siberian husky, curling up for a well-earned snooze after a hard day’s work

Never having owned a dog, I’m not particularly au fait with the ins and outs of our obsession with “man’s best friend”. Continue reading

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Slow and steady

“Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies” – Mother TeresaOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

As I slide down the slippery slope towards the latter half of my 30s I often find myself contemplating the possibility of self-improvement, wondering whether I’m really making the most of the opportunities that come my way and how I could do better. I’ve said this before, I know. It led to my list of 50 things to do in life, which I’m quietly working through. But most of the things on the list are pretty big and can’t be achieved quickly or easily. That was, after all, the whole point.

But what about every day improvements? Continue reading

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Out with the old, in with the new

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” T.S. Eliot

Where I come from we don’t call 31 December “New Year’s Eve”. We call it “Old Year’s Night”, which I actually prefer. It encourages you to look back and reflect, just for one last moment, before leaping headlong into the new year. Continue reading

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Turning the pen…

Writing is an exploration – you start from nothing and explore as you go” – E.L. Doctorow

I write this on a chilly Helsinki winter evening (I’m on some work-related travel). Despite the almost constant darkness and the fact that it has been blowing a hooley and lashing horizontal, ice-cold sleet all day, the city has somehow managed to welcome me with twinkling Christmas lights and little wooden market huts selling all sorts of Nordic goodies from hot, spiced wine to crispy chocolate-coated fresh cranberries that burst and fizz with sweet juice when you pop them into your mouth. I have even seen Father Christmas – or should I say Joulupukki – wandering about the market square in front of the cathedral. It was definitely him. He must be making last minute preparations. Continue reading