Imagine your body were a country, how would you rule it? Would you listen to its many ‘citizens’, including its many non-human ones, and...

I sit down and help my client settle into resource and safety. I place one hand under her shoulder and one hand under her thigh. I sit...

I sometimes wonder how much dissociation created me. By automatically freezing ‘unwanted’ material and letting this constant...

I write in layers, in relationship with the words and their ‘portée', their scope, their fit, their bearing. They are my witnesses in the...

Words fail me when I’m at the core. When nothing matters quite literally, and a certain undefinable quality of rooted infinity, of the...

Did you know that Hummingbirds resonate with each flower’s sweetness as they fuse within the same ‘love field’? They will not go near a...

Last night, I asked my dreams for a beginning to this essay but it didn’t ‘work’ in the way I 'thought' it would. For the world of my...

Working as a biodynamic craniosacral therapist leads me to ask this potent question as this year of physical distancing draws to a close:...

I am ever so grateful for the humility, the awe I experience each time a client emerges afresh from a session with a new sense of...

It is two days before the Celtic feast of Samhain when I sit down to write this post, and I have fallen into a well. A metaphorical well....