I’ve been quiet expressing my poetic or personal thoughts recently, however my mind has been full and this creativity has spilled out into my business. I’ve been a financial adviser since 2016, which I love purely for the people I serve, but felt something was missing, something human, something helpful, something impactful. I found this …
Author: Catherine Thomas Humphreys
Award-Winning Financial Coach & Qualified Financial Adviser helping purpose-led parents improve their relationship with money to enjoy it, save more, make and spend well. Helping parents who want live ethically, consciously and use money well to grow and support their family in line with their personal values.
She founded #TheFinfluencer as she believes everyone can influence and change their own financial situation and that their money is a force for good. She focusses her work on helping you to create a positive relationship with your money, yourself and for the people and things you love.
Journey
How long the journey Across a narrow mind Set so firm to curve and meander Nowhere blind. Set free the traveller With questioning eye That sees the boundaries of limits And decries.
Watching you Leave
So tiny yet large of life, Curious seeker, You loved, Purely. Quietly without complaint Retreated inward Slipping away, Slowly. Between wake and sleep, I felt you bound-free from half life to after, Joyfully. Your tiny stillness remained, an empty shell left for us, to bid farewell, And remember. “Insight; our pets find our softest spots …
Pause
So my self-set challenge to write ‘something’ daily seems to have naturally ceased with lockdown. ‘Old’ me would have seen that as a fail, but I choose to see it as a pause; like the dormancy of a winter preparing to spring.
Sail
Below, you billow, Blue breeze, blew through Your heavy weighted skirt with a slap As it snatched waiting fabric tails And whistled wolf-like and whining Whilst wincing tethers clank in objection Bestow bedlam And cast across the gazing ocean. "Brief: 365/2020 project, prompt 'Sail’
Tent
Ten almost Eleven, you asked to be a Scout Den to Tent, growing explorer wanted out When you went, you grew braver without Me. You need me, differently. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Tent’
Waves
You were the boy That waves at trains. Saddened by every farewell. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Waves’
“Expression 
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