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Ordinary Lives Within Historical Events
History is usually told through the actions of leaders and armies. Yet most people experience historical change not through power, but through the disruption of ordinary life. My writing focuses on those quieter perspectives — the lives of individuals navigating...
From Thesis to Memoir: The Power of Autoethnography in Grief Therapy Research and Beyond
Introduction The journey from academic research to personal memoir, creative writing, and even self-help books can be a profound one. Even more so when the subject matter is deeply personal. In my case, this transformation was born out of the need to make sense of my...
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Grief Tools: 'A Compassionate Guide for Parents Navigating the Unthinkable' Losing a child is an unimaginable tragedy, and the journey through grief can seem insurmountable. On July 23, a powerful resource emerged to provide solace and guidance to parents facing this...
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Samual Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge was inspired and drawn to the Lake District by his friend William Wordsworth, who was born in Cockermouth. Coleridge lived at Greta Hall in Keswick with Robert Southey from 1799 until 1804. During his time there he walked considerable distances and is the...
William Wordsworth – 7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850
I’m not a poet, but just the fact that I associate Dominic with Bowscale Tarn, therefore Wordsworth, meant I needed to try. I wrote, Thoughts on a Cumbrian Lad at Bowscale (Appendix 1). Wordsworth himself was no stranger to the early death of a child. During his...
Dominic and The Lake District – Taken From Smiler
The Lake District has been a county that attracts poets, painters, writers and homegrown fox hunters that have songs written about them. For example, ‘D’ye Ken John Peel?’ about John Peel, a famous eighteenth-century Cumbrian huntsman. Like Dominic, Peel was from the...
René Descartes and Other Minds
When you're grieving you literally leave your mind. In my case to the point of questioning what is going on in other people's minds. "Don't you know Dom is dead? What the fuck is up with you??" It's insane, but you start to think that no one else cares or even has any...