Juliet Bloom Therapy

13/04/2026

This Monday Washday feels like a gift from the goddess ~ the bees are flying, and not just my honey bees but above the hives a blossom tree is amass of glorious bumblebees and alongside a wren sings its hallelujahs. As I peg, all parts of me welcome the sunshine of this spring morning, my body rejoices and I welcome the day ☀️

Each Monday gives us a chance to begin a fresh, with a clean slate ~ what might you begin afresh this week?

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07/04/2026

Today sees the resurrection of Monday Washday.

Each Monday gives us a chance to begin a fresh, with a clean slate ~ what might you begun afrsh with this week?

When I was a child, and in days gone by long before there were washing machines, the week began with washing clothes on Monday. It is not just a memory of my Mum but of her and my Gran together pulling out the twin tub at the beginning of the day, and it taking at least the whole morning ~ of tugging, toing, and poshing. I especially enjoyed the mangle ~ and from the day I was told “Not too many at a time or it’ll jam” it became a game to see actually how many items I could put through together without it jamming. Of course always keeping in mind the cautionary tale of when my Aunt as a child had in haste jammed her arm through! It was a constant source of delight and wonder!” And oh the ultimate pride in those sheets billowing on the line!

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05/04/2026

And my gift to you this Easter Sunday morning is this mighty fine poem ~ it really filled me up when I read it today.

Listen for that bell ~ I know I need to listen hard some days ~ maybe the silence is the door to this temple too 🔔

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05/04/2026

Today I’m flying low & I’m not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m travelling a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.

One of my favourite Mary Oliver poems and one of my favourite quotes “Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.” And notice the full stop after “Stillness” an invitation to pause and really drink in the idea of stillness.

And one of my favourite painting “Sunday” by who obviously had the right idea about what Sundays are all about.

I find I oftenstruggle and feel guilty being still ~ that I have to frame it as a yoga practice, a Nidra, a meditation or some such. But today I invite you to be still in whatever way is best for you, and to join me and Mary Oliver in being still.

After a busy, social family day in the city yesterday I’m ready, on this Easter Sunday, for some “temple” time.

02/04/2026

27/03/2026

The inspiration behind my new intake chart for supervision today comes from a seminal book by . I’m so loving my new burgeoning role delivering ~ such a privilege.

26/03/2026

Meanwhile after hours in the therapy room . . . 🌙

24/03/2026

In The Face of War I'm So Small, Yet Love Is Big

I can’t make the
world be peaceful

I can’t stall tanks
from roaring down roads

I can’t prevent children
from having to hide in bunkers

I can’t convince the news to
stop turning war into a video game

I can’t silence the sound of bombs
tearing neighborhoods apart

I can’t turn a guided missile
into a bouquet of flowers

I can’t make a warmonger
have an ounce of empathy

I can’t convince ambassadors
to quit playing truth or dare

I can’t deflect a sniper’s bullet
from turning a wife into a widow

I can’t stave off a country being
reduced to ash and rubble

I can’t do any of that

the only thing I can do
is love the next person I encounter
without any conditions or strings

to love my neighbor
so fearlessly that
it starts a ripple
that stretches from
one horizon to the next

I can’t force peace
on the world

but I can become a force
of peace in the world

because

sometimes all it takes
is a single lit candle
in the darkness

to start a movement

“Lord, make me a candle
of comfort in this world

let me burn with peace”

by John Roedel

24/03/2026

“It takes great courage to break with one's past history and stand alone”

~Marion Woodman

I have individual and couple Psychotherapy appointments available this Spring.

Based in the delightful village of Burton Village in East Yorkshire, where you are welcome to come for face-to-face in-person therapy, or althernatively we can speak over Zoom, FaceTime, or telephone. Walk and talk therapy also available throughout the Yorkshire Wolds.

Feel free to send me a DM, call 07896 275860
or visit my website https://thewuwei.co.uk/wuwei-psychotherapy

24/03/2026

I was reminded this morning of Mary Oliver’s poem ~ Spring ~ as she poses the question
How do you show your your “perfect love” for this world?

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

20/10/2025

The Death of A Parent 🌺

Death of a parent is the worst that can happen to a child.

There are many other chronic traumas of course but the death of a parent during childhood breaks the foundation of their development.
Why?
Because a parent is the source of Existence for a child. When our existence is threatened and not healed, we continue to grow with those fears, insecurities, lack of belonging, lack of orientation, lack of trust, and all other belief programs and feelings as a result of this death.

The death of a mother is even worse.
Why?
Because a mother is the first home for a child.

The mother gives birth to the child, the fountain of life, the first open door to earth. The mother is the first touch, the first smell, the first source of food, the first in existence of a child.

When a mother dies during childhood, the child needs to trust in another home that will not leave like the mother left.

Children subconsciously don’t comprehend death. What grows within them is the fact that their mother or father left them and that it is not safe to be on earth. That they are not loved enough and that’s why the mother or father left them. The mother is their first connection with their own feminine dimension. The father is their first connection with their own masculine dimension.

What happens to children when a parent dies?They move on, in a survival mode. Closing their hearts, closing their free expression and developing patterns and methods for survival.

On the outside, they continue to live and grow through all the stages of development. But their inner world is fixated and blocked from the natural flow of development due to the unresolved and unhealed pain, which impacts their decisions and relationships in the outer world.

They grow up searching for this security and love in the outside, choosing men and women to project on them their own needs, their need to feel safe again to be vulnerable.

Unfortunately, this also happens when loosing a parent due to divorce and separation. It just differs from one situation to the other depending on other factors.

But every child needs the mother and the father in one place. Why? Because this is the essence of existence and how we are from within. The feminine, the masculine and the child. When the outside setting is out of balance, our inside grows out of balance until we heal.

Healing is the journey of returning to this balance.

✍️ Sarah Moussa - The Writer