Kim Hasert

A child sits in a playground, knees drawn up, face behind a book. Perhaps it’s a girl with a comic inside her Maths book, while her friends shout and swing. To the outside world, she is hiding away, but inside, something else is happening entirely. The way I see it is that when we disappear…

In February, often our thoughts turn towards love mainly because of the hype about it. It’s the red and pink heart month, but I am, however, grateful for all the kinds of love — soul-to-soul connection, tenderness, self-compassion. As I write this, two hummingbirds have arrived outside my window. Their wings blur into motion, almost…