The Therapeutic Effect Of Taking Long Walks In The City

Ask me how I got there and I’ll happily whisk you away in a tale of cobbled streets and antique lamp posts, men with thick eyebrows and women with slender ankles, children with rosy cheeks, weathered bicycles, shiny cars and low flying birds, and of architecture for miles.

Should You Really Love Your Enemies?

As a work in progress, I often find myself reluctant to fall into the ‘loving of enemies’ narrative completely. A part of me can’t help feel that by doing so we are putting an amount of trust in our perceived enemy, that they will extend the same kindness back to us, but what if they don’t?