Zippora Wurzburger
Stories (3/0)
Calling
Taking the first steps into the night, the full force of winter hits her in the face. Instinctively she reaches up, cupping her nose and mouth with a soft cushion of wool. Warm air floods into her hands, creating a pocket of heat, providing relief from the sting of a Yorkshire December. She pulls her hood up over her head, feels the cold metal as the zip travels up, cocooning her further, holding her together.
By Zippora Wurzburger2 years ago in Fiction
The battle for me
I sit in awkward silence. Looking at my phone, scrolling through pictures of people who are in other places, doing other things, anything to avoid eye contact with my neighbours. They, who too sit silently, who too glue their eyes to their phones, who too would like to be anywhere but here. I settle into the familiar tones of this room, the receptionist, answering queries in a hushed voice, the familiar whirr of the fan as it tries to cool the room, the shuffling in and out as each person is called upstairs, only to be replaced by a fresh body, another weary soul.
By Zippora Wurzburger2 years ago in Motivation
4 steps to self compassion
It was when I caught myself in mid rant that I knew something had to change. I heard the words, the tone, the hatred, and knew that I would never talk that way to another person, friend or enemy. The level of vitriol I was directing at myself was far above anything I would express in any other relationship. I started to wonder why it was that I felt ok doing that, and so discussed it with my therapist. She explained to me the way some people's minds work.
By Zippora Wurzburger2 years ago in Motivation