I was born in London in 1950, the middle of five children of Scottish parents and
have lived and worked in London, Oxford, Seattle, Hamburg, Sydney and Utrecht.
In 2003, I made the short hop across the water to Utrecht, at the invitation of the lovely Cecilia, where we lived for five years before relocating to Eindhoven. We married and now live in an intentional community with our (almost) eight-year old daughter and a very lively young Vizla.
English language and football were my two best subjects at grammar school and, luckily, the two I enjoyed most. Pragmatism led me into a twenty-five year career in global sales and management which offered countless opportunities to hone the art of writing effective, accurate stories (mostly technology-related sales and marketing material). So it came as no surprise to friends and family when, in 2007 soon after moving to the Netherlands, I began working as a professional editor. During my journey I also acquired the Trinity College TESOL Certificate as a Teacher of English to Speakers of Other Languages and studied for a BSc in Traditional Chinese Medicine at Middlesex University in London.
In 1999 I first encountered the systemic thinking of Bert Hellinger, in the form of constellations, and have been working as a systemic facilitator, coach, consultant and editor for more than 15 years. I have completed two 1-year training courses in the organisational application of the systemic approach, with Judith Hemming in 2005 and Jan-Jacob Stam in 2010 and many workshops and masterclasses including systemic coaching.
I was a keen mountain-biker before moving to the Netherlands and this seems, even 12 years on, to make it hard to accept the transition from cycling up and down hills for fun to cycling on asphalt for the shopping.
There is much in this world that calls to me, but poetry stands out. For the length of my relationship with it and the inspiration, challenge, joy and succour that it brings. I hope, one day, that I’ll fall into bed somewhere in NL, exhausted and happy, feeling like the rider in the poem to the right . . .
. . . Let there be flatland, too,
and into that glittering place
let me stretch with the heart of a lover,
at full speed, blind and intent.
From Prayer for a Ten-speed Heart