
I’m a baby boomer, born at a time that is almost unrecognisable now. Mysterious bomb sites everywhere. Mysterious half-brothers on the other side of the world where they had been sent as evacuees, one never to return. A mother traumatised by her loss and looking for happiness in a new marriage, which struggled under the weight of the aftermath of the war and the underlying poverty that was apparent — not just financial but emotional too.
A very different childhood from what people expect these days. No technology, no telephones, not even a landline for years, no television either. Alone, outdoors most of the time, riding long distances along country roads without a second thought. My mother was elderly and in relatively poor health, so she was grateful for the break. I was grateful for the freedom. My father worked long hours and found love and affection elsewhere. He left when I was ten, and I followed six years later to live in London, leaving my mother alone in the one room we had shared (tempestuously) during my teenage years.
Poorly educated and unprepared, except for a ferocious survival instinct, I built a life: nursery nursing, community arts, a training in youth and community work followed along with various jobs in the voluntary sector, media, counselling organisation, the GLC, and then Local Government. I caught up on some education in my forties with an MSc in Organisational Behaviour – better late than never, I say. After being made redundant, I worked in mediation, for twenty-five years until Covid, online working and my advancing age put paid to that.
My spiritual journey is laid bare throughout the blog, so no more detail needed there. What I would add is that my work as a crystal healer found me, for my scepticism and disbelief took some overcoming – even though I was already working as a healer in a way in my mediation work, often with children with Special Educational Needs, a privilege indeed.