The Song of KooKuri

Yesterday, I began to write a story. I didn’t know until it started that it would feature a girl, an egg,  a yew tree and a feather. But it did. Then I went for a walk amongst the corn rows, as the sun set and a hush fell,  just as the giant stalks were coming…

A Guided Meditation through the Senses for Deep Relaxation.

A gift for you. A moment of serenity and peace and escape from the world and all its cares. Give yourself permission to stop what you are doing, switch of your phone and computer, and simply relax. Lose yourself in a gentle, guided relaxation through the senses. Surrender to the healing and restorative power of…

Not Just An Ordinary Day – Sky Clad and Loving It.

Between the trees the candles flicker and beckon, leading us down towards the clearing Where the fire glows. We gather, in circle, side by beautiful side, in anticipation,  bodies swaying, drums and rattles in hand. Nervous. Poised. Expectant. And then, arising from the remnants of the day,  it comes. The first call to action. Like…

The Journey

Above Two buzzards circling, Sky-spiralling. Spread-winged, eagle-eyed, in freedom flight, spring soaring. Roaring by Gone now in a flash, the bat of an eye, the beat of my heart, the train speeds on and life flashes by. This journey wears a groove in my life, deeper it cuts each time I say “Return to London,…

Saggy not Loose.

The LW ladies were absolutely lovely. Not at all intimidating, nor indeed remotely loose, but genuinely warm and friendly. In fact everyone was. I was bowled over by their generosity. In make up, Jenni McAlpine and I played the “have we met before?” game, decided that we probably had somewhere in our past, and chatted…

Today I climbed a mountain. Because I can.

It was an unexpected set of circumstances that lead me up the hill today. A day of cancelled appointments became a day resembling a blank page calling out to be drawn upon. I had more energy than yesterday, so I decided to put it to good use. My nose lead me to Chanctonbury Ring. An…

Enchantment at the water’s edge.

  When I went down to the water’s edge, where the trees give way to clearing, where dark gives way to light, and long night succumbs to day, I met a man. Just sitting he was. His back to me as he faced the graceful pool of water. “Come, sit beside me” he said. And I…

Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet.

“I’m so SO sorry . . . . . . . . . . . . “ was all she said. There was no need to finish the sentence. When a Macmillan nurse arrives unannounced at your hospital bedside there’s really only one way the conversation is heading. I had sensed it before she came…

The Accidental Cancer Pilgrim

So, as the seismic shock waves of the summer’s events rumble off like thunder into the distance with the fleeing autumn, I emerge bruised, blinking mole-like,  and  poke my head from beneath the rubble to survey the damage. The good news is  –  I am alive. Yay. The bad news is – oh yes, the…