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 familia...

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....

Body plan is a word I had never heard until I read it in Other Minds: The Octopus, The Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness, by Pet...

I am sitting with vulnerability as I begin to write this. What I am about to reflect and reveal is so intimate, so precious and yet this ...

Nature doesn’t have a plan. It constantly adapts according to its many relationships. But we have plans for it. The story enacted by most...

What words run common between the climate emergency, the movement for black and indigenous lives and biodynamic craniosacral therapy? Rem...

I fell in love with the silence of the wild that returned while we stopped doing. It resounded as a permission to be wild for my broken h...

The way most of our nation states responded to the threat of covid19 gave a whole new meaning to the proverbial saying, “No man is an isl...

This poem came to me on a recent forest walk, following the imposition of isolation and social distancing measures on most of the inhabit...