What My Knee Knows About “I”
A fight tore the ligaments in my knee. More than eight years on, after surgery, I’m still asking if the angry I that alcohol built was worth defending.
Journey
A Slower Mind at the Sink
Rafik on volunteering: food banks, soup kitchens, the sink and the serving hatch, and what slow, ordinary kindness teaches the mind.
I Didn’t Jump Out of a Plane. I Kept Bees.
When I was giving up alcohol, the adverts said to face your fear by jumping out of a plane. I kept bees instead. A story about slow courage, hive jobs, and finding your own path.
What I reached for, and what finally held
For most of my life I reached for whatever would stop me feeling. This is a plain look back at those years, and at the practice I met in my early forties.