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The ECBC Book Club x National Poetry Day: the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

Today is National Poetry Day. Now, I know a lot of people don’t think very much of poetry. Probably scarred by the hours of trawling through the AQA GSCE Anthology, shouting “BUT WHY DOESN’T IT RHYME” at a black-and-white picture of Carol Ann Duffy. However, for me, poetry is a form that is closer to… Continue reading The ECBC Book Club x National Poetry Day: the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

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Where did September go? It’s definitely Autumn season.

Seriously? How is it October already? Wow September was a hectic month! But thankfully we had #SelfcareSeptember to keep us going and to make sure we looked after ourselves. Here's a reminder of the 30 activities we suggested: Set a routine for self-Care Stretch Find a way to feel squeaky clean Be inspired Think about… Continue reading Where did September go? It’s definitely Autumn season.

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#SelfcareSeptember – Blurt’s Buddy Box Review: A Growing Seed

Yes, I've gone and ordered another Buddy Box, but it's #SelfcareSeptember and it would be rude not to surely?  I constantly mention my inspiration: Blurt Foundation. Set up by Jayne Hardy, Blurt supports anyone with depression with helpful resources, online blogs, organises projects. They are national treasures and I am inspired by them everyday. One of… Continue reading #SelfcareSeptember – Blurt’s Buddy Box Review: A Growing Seed

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#SelfcareSeptember – Seven Minimal-effort Cleaning Tips for Speedy Sparkle!

Being in a cleaner and more organised space can really help us feel a bit calmer and more organised in our mind. In many ways, ensuring you have this space available is a way to show yourself a little respect and care. SO! Here are some tips and tricks that can help create that shiny-clean feeling with as little efforts as possible

Experience, Selfcare

#SelfcareSeptember – Feeding your Mind

magine the scene; pot warming on the stove, steam steadily filling the kitchen, knife in your hand cutting vegetables delicately in what you imagine is a particularly chef-like manner (“rustic” is a particularly useful chef term for “bad at cutting”). You’re like a Shakespearean witch, a delicious potion bubbling in the cauldron as you tap in a sprinkling of this, a dusting of that (admittedly, less of the “eye of newt and toe of frog” and more “a sprig of thyme and clove of garlic”). For some, cooking is a chore- a vision of boredom. For me, this is self-care.