Some of my favourite holiday memories are the simplest ones: slow mornings by the fjord, leaving screens behind and resisting the urge to immediately check messages or scroll through social media. Instead, I would start the day with a cup of tea, embrace the quiet, and head outdoors to reconnect with nature—and myself.

Fear was used—very effectively—to keep people apart, quiet intuition, and police what could be said or felt. Many sensed something wasn’t right in their gut yet were told that feeling itself was wrong. Humour matters here. It cuts through the veneer. It signals recognition. I feel it too.

Lines from a poem I wrote sometime ago surfaced in my consciousness, as the conversation unfolded, it brought forward thoughts of the earth storing hidden memories, hidden treasure and how we maybe drawn to seek it out. I instinctively recited the lines 'do not burn or burry the past in layers of shame. If we do that, we will only perpetuate the very same!'

Astrid Blake’s story will break your heart. Having longed for a baby, she couldn’t wait to be a mum. Then, in Astrid’s words, everything w