This year I created a strong intention to get my writing and artwork published. I couldn't believe my luck when at the start of this year an opportunity came up. I love writing, I love writing about my passions, I love sharing the weird and wonder
𝙍𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 & 𝙎𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 The very essence of healing starts with holding space for ourselves. A space to think, a space to feel. It doesn't have to be a complicated set up. Even just a candle can be enough. Creating an inten
HAPPY SOLSTICE...🕯 HOLDING SPACE FOR THE WINS... 🧜‍♀️ LETS CATCH UP... ☕️ Over the last couple of years I've started to make friends with this time of year! Back in 2023 I did a retreat in one of the most sacred lands in the UK, Glastonbury. I
I had to share this beautiful artist @anotherartsyboii Her work is stunning, and the foliage in particular is inspired by Mughal and Persian miniature art. It's a reprint of one her original pieces. I love supporting independent artists, but she's
Into the wild we go! 30th October | 7PM | Soma Home London The last few months, nature has been a constant theme - from the books I've been reading, the things i write about, engaging and viewing nature in a way i perhaps haven't done before. Ther
I love experimenting. I love disturbing the norm. Going against the grain and visualising new ways we can live our lives. I guess that’s the creative energy in me. I really don’t mind being the guinea pig! Being the reporter of my lif
Crawling my way back to ‘reality’ has been exhausting. One minute I want to lay down with my hands across my chest like Morticia and the next, I want to go at 100mph. The tension between wanting to max out vs laying low is tough, especia
Oh, this sacred land. The energy it emits. Big powerful, tall, and strong. But quiet and soft as if floating on water. There are many myths, many legends that surround this space. The rock has heard all the whispers, all the pain, laughter, tears,
It's been one hell of a month. The whole of July flashed before me. I felt like I wasn't in my body. Slowly returning, back to myself and a little to the world. Death is a peculiar thing, and through my observation, it's a teacher of some kind. It co