My freind katty's cat Selkie has been missing since the 18th. She's desperately worried and her brother cat upset. Selkie is a shy wee thing. Please please if you live in Newhave, the fort or the Dudleys' please check your sheds or basements to see if she has been accidentally shut in.

really :)

Great post by Havi on this.I was reminded of a student who insisted on jumping. When I teach or facilitate I often prescribe weekly fun for an hour or so done alone. This can be anything. Noodling around, watching a film, sitting in a cafe but I had one student who insisted that her fun should be going to the highest diving board in our local olympic standard pool and jumping from it. Every week I'd ask her if she had done it (meanwhile her fellow students have browsed in local fabric shops, bought exotic ingredients from Chinese supermarkets, walked on the beach, made childhood cakes) and each week she would say no and come up with an excuse about how she just coulnd't get around to it. So in effect she punished herself by choosing something that instead of fun was unpleasant. By ramping up the fun thing into a big drama/ACHIEVEMENT - it failed to be fun. Turning around her creative life could have been as simple and easy as scoring free samples from Harvey Nicks food hall.

Havi's post is about moving into a new project without forcing yourself to 'jump' that there are easier ways to move into new things - like splashing about in the shallow end in a nice pool of sunlight instead of climbing several stories high to hurl yourself into a pool of water.

Perhaps instead of hurling ourselves off the cliff we can take those nice steps carved in the side?

By Inches
You want it here and now, a remedy for everything
gone wrong. A magic wand, perhaps, alighted
on your shoulders. An angel whispering
sweet nothings while you sleep so you wake benighted
with certainty that you are whole once again. You realize
your patience is diminishing, and yet what's required is the reverse.
This will not be some biblical miracle before your eyes,
a transformation of movie star proportions. No, healing is a slow nurse,
pausing bedside with drips of water, a hot cloth, a murmur of a touch.
By inches, a change sneaks into you, even if it doesn’t look like much.

via superhero poem by Maya Stein