Tears for the Siege by Karina Stell

In these days after the Sydney siege, I probably don’t remember myself crying as much over matters that didn’t directly affect my loved ones, since 9/11. Sydney is my home. It is where 2 of my children live, where the people they love and I love live. We are getting...

The Gift of Being Invisible by Karina Stell

Having lived through a long and savage chemotherapy regimen as recently as just four months ago, I often find myself reflecting on what this has taught me. From the moment my legs buckled under me at being told my diagnosis, it has seemed imperative to me that it held...

I Have a Brown Spot by Karina Stell

In years gone by when I struggled with life in differing ways, being authentic was an ever increasing challenge. In teenage years, it was a time of hyper-vigilance, exhausting me to the point of sleep at times, just to maintain ‘acceptability’. As I grew older and...

Who am I, Mr Therapist? by Michael Cohn

I return again to who I am as a therapist, and what is it that I do? I recently read something but do not have a the author’s name or reference to properly attribute his/her exquisite and prescient words. “She spoke explicitly of her vocation, and of yours...

Living with Fear by Karina Stell

What does it mean to live with fear on a daily basis? How does one live always waiting for the other shoe to drop?   I remember being young and facing what I perceived to be terrifying issues. I used to writhe in them, wondering how to be in the world around me. I...

How We See the World…..

  Sunday, 26 October 2014 What you see in the world around you is a reflection of what you are. There is a story of two dogs. Both at separate times walk into the same room. One comes out wagging his tail while the other comes out growling. A women watching this...

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