Harbour psychiatrist Catherine plates lemon‑fennel shrimp risotto, stirs safety into supper, then walks to Bartók with a man who volunteers the washing‑up - attention as love, stock as testimony, New Corinth fog lifting like a benediction over second chances.| Vox Meditantis
Catherine explores what counts as history - not just televised disasters but inherited silence, shipyard closures, and yesterday's watercolour risk. At the Historical Society, she asks: whose memory gets archived? Personal and collective trauma blur in consulting rooms and harbour light.| Vox Meditantis
Catherine registers for watercolour class, accepts a concert invitation, and sits for the Historical Society as subject rather than interviewer. A rainy Tuesday prompts her to name the risk she's avoided: ordinary intimacy without the clinical frame to hide behind.| Vox Meditantis
A psychiatrist examines what pride means when you’ve spent decades learning to dissolve the self. Not credentials or reputation, but something quieter: thirty years of steady showing up, inhe…| Vox Meditantis
Reflecting on what makes a good neighbour, Catherine considers the quiet disciplines of attention, the circulation of small kindnesses, and the courage required to show up consistently across years…| Vox Meditantis
Eighteen years after her mother’s death, psychiatrist Catherine Bennett finally confronts the guest room shrine she’s carefully avoided sorting – a poignant repository of Elizabet…| Vox Meditantis