The Mindful Baker

There’s a peculiar moment in life when you suddenly realise you’ve become the family historian.Not because anyone asked you to. Not because you have a degree in archaeology, genealogy, or “romanticising old bricks.” No — it happens because one day you’re standing in your kitchen, wondering how on earth to say thank you to your dad for being your anchor in a life that has included more detours, disasters, distractions, and inner battles than most people experience in a decade

It starts the same way for almost everyone.You wake up tired. You scroll before you’ve even opened both eyes. You think about the day ahead and feel that heavy, invisible hand pressing you back into the pillow. “Maybe I just need a break.”“Maybe I’m burnt out.”“Maybe if I change jobs, change routines, change partners, I’ll feel alive again.” We’ve all whispered those thoughts at some point, like little confessions to ourselves. But here’s the uncomfortable truth: most of us

Hitting the Wall We’ve all felt it - the block . It shows up in different ways. For one man, it was walking into the pub on a Tuesday...

We all carry something. That one thing we never put in our shopping basket, it just showed up. Uninvited. And now it lives in the attic...