Mindfulness


Memories on the Bedside Table.

The Bedside Table. Mindfully Bertie started as a kind of bereavement therapy for Bobby. As you know, I had been best man at their wedding and chief mourner at Diddley’s Funeral. It’s now over three years since the blog started and we have covered every subject imaginable. Never forgetting that each week we would end…


Sometimes Always Never. Memories from a film.

Sometimes Always Never. There is a “box” at Laurel Cottage. It has a lid. On the lid is the inscription… “Bereavement”.


Belonging: 150 Stories from Mindfully Bertie.

150 stories from Mindfully Bertie! Yes dear, loyal friends, this is our 150th story. (Bobby prefers “story” to “blog”). Who could have thought that when we wrote the first one that we called a “preview”, we would still be going strong at 150? I should read that preview now… and see if we have kept…


Writing for Mental Health.

Writing for Mental Health. I am a writer. I write. I am a good writer. Bobby told me so I am a bad writer. Bobby’s mind told me so. I don’t care what you say. I do care what you think. I am a writer. I am writing this. I was always a writer who…


Tick Tock.

TICK TOCK… tick tock… tick tock… tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Dear Friends of Bertie… now and again, when the opportunity arises, we like to look at more serious, even difficult, subjects. Alcoholism and the part Al-Anon Family Groups play in helping those affected by the drinking of others is one important…


More Balls Than Most.

More Balls Than Most. Dear Friends – The other week, we reminded you of our positive approach to mental illness. This week we can lighten the mood on the same subject. There is no doubt that relaxation, in what ever form it can take, is beneficial. But not always easy to obtain for the person…


Finding Serenity at Kingston upon Thames.

Finding Serenity at Kingston upon Thames. Bertie: “Bobby. Were you crying at the doctors?” Bobby: “No. Who told you that?” Bertie: “You.” Bobby: “Oh well, I did feel a bit emotional.” Bertie: “So, you didn’t soak her desk in tears?” Bobby: “No!”


One Hundred!

One Hundred! Bertie: “Stone the crows and strike a light mate. One Hundred? Are you sure?” Bobby: “Yes Bertie. This is your… ONE HUNDRETH BLOG! A century of stories. A week late after last week’s headache.” (Trevor is getting a little full of himself. More later). Bertie: “Crikey! I wonder what Diddley would make of…


Small Talk Saves Lives.

Small Talk Saves Lives. Hasn’t it been a wonderful autumn! Here in the Surrey Hills that surround Laurel Cottage, the beech trees take your breath away. But, as I write this, the temperature is dropping, the wind gathering, followed by the leaves. Or as Eva Cassidy sang… The falling leaves Drift by my window The…


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