If you can keep your head when all about you       Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    But make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give […]

To Teachers, Carers and Parents. To the women doing most of those roles. With “only 40% of large employers have policies setting out how managers should support carers,” the majority (60%) don’t have supportive policies at work. We are aware of these distressing social-economical factors building further pain during tragic times. We lift our faith

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I’m telling lies.I say,It’s in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me. I walk into a roomJust

We believe in giving people (of all ages) a healthy, open and reflective space to flourish in under every weather. “We want children to be healthy and happy, not just now but for the rest of their lives.” Thy English Academy couldn’t agree more. What is more fundamental than health? Caring about children’s minds and

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation. Jalaluddin Rumi 13th century.

Stevie Smith 1901 – 1971 Mother, I love you so.Said the child, I love you more than I know.She laid her head on her mother’s arm,And the love between them kept them warm.

A book is everyone’s best friend. Meet new places and people in the world of books. What better time to get into reading than now? Read more of those exciting mysteries, heroic tales and timeless classics. We all need a little lift to our moods and some inspiration to get through indoor living in the

My heart bonds with your joy and pain. In the breaths between life and death. It’s pulse flows over our souls At rates higher than love. It’s glowing in faith. In the scenery Of our destiny, Alive is my heart, between life and death.

When stretch’d on one’s bedWith a fierce-throbbing head,Which precludes alike thought or repose,How little one caresFor the grandest affairsThat may busy the world as it goes! How little one feelsFor the waltzes and reelsOf our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!How slight one’s concernTo conjecture or learnWhat their flounces or hearts may befall. How little one

By Rumi.