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Ballet shoes off: I am not okay …

It happened to me this week: the moment I learned to allow myself to  'not be okay'. It has taken a momentous amount of courage, against resistance, these past few months (perhaps all my life) to get to this place. You see, I am a fixer of problems of the heart and...

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Ugly-beautiful

I Raku glazed you at The Goodlife Festival Experience 2016: you, the ugly bowl, with the rusty copper glow. You awkward-looking, disappointing bowl. How I hate you! I desired you to have flashes of turquoise and green weaving intricately amongst the crackled white...

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Lost

I recently attended an event where Andres  from Way of Nature spoke. I plan to write about it another time. However, I was particularly moved by a poem that was read out at the start. Perhaps you know it? I will place it here as I think it is beautiful... Lost Stand...

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If my lungs are made of trees…

If my lungs are made of trees... Highgate and Queens Wood, a clavicular breath to raise my shoulders high: a breath to remember who I am; a daily touchstone; a cosy haven. Hampstead Heath, an expansive breath to fill my ribcage: an unfurling adventure; a journey of...

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As leaves kiss my cheeks…

"I am so very, very sorry...very sorry," the Sonographer repeated as her eyes looked down to the floor. I lay in shock. Like acid, the news burned: into my heart; into my stomach; into my bones; into my dreams. "There is no longer a heartbeat. You have a missed...

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Where self-discovery limits options…

This blog post is about a personal journey with my art and my business. It breaks all the formulaic blogging rules of making it about my audience etc. But my hope is that you can relate to some of what I write. If you resonate…you may not feel so alone. Perhaps I am...

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