How the Caravan taught me the true nature of the transpersonal
Working at the Caravan was what made me decide to become a psychotherapist. Until my placement there, I had some […]
Working at the Caravan was what made me decide to become a psychotherapist. Until my placement there, I had some […]
What strikes me when I think about the van is the flow of the changing seasons. The summer sunshine, reflecting
A small green caravan sits inside a walled garden in a city churchyard. Surrounded by old buildings and the sounds
I had a wonderful client when I worked at the Caravan who insisted on giving me lessons on classical music
In memory of John Fentiman, my caravan supervisor 1997, I enclose the lovely reference he gave me on my leaving.
My fondest memories of the Caravan centre around my meet-up with ‘Brad’ (not his real name…) on a cloudy, rainy
I’ll never forget doing my first slot at the Caravan. It was daunting to say the least. But walking away
I spent an extraordinary three years at the Caravan. This placement lives on in memory – and folklore – long after