Someone is Riding the Playful Waves
I do not plan. I make what wants to be made. I listen in and do and do Until I know it’s finished I still do not know what it is I prop it up and look. I realize I like it. I find that it’s a happy painting. Someone is riding the playful waves…
Know Thyself…
Winchmore Hill became a party street today, a big wheel right in the centre, and a stage on the green, Morris dancers in the street…Art… Music, food, clothes jewellery, gin! Everything in abundance and people crowded, packed together, enjoying the summer’s warmth… Perfect for the occasion. I could hear the merriment outside the peace of…
Reflections
Around the time that the changes I outlined last week were going on, the trimmer, Caroline Wang-Andresen of Hoofing Marvellous, came for her second visit. I spoke with her about what was going on with Dax and mentioned that he seemed unhappy if I tried to lift his front feet, often turning round to bite…
This Tree Grows Roots in Winter
I used to walk along the forest path that lay across from the New England farmhouse where I lived in my early 30’s during my summer of 2000. Almost every day—when I wasn’t in too much pain from energy sessions intended to heal my hips—I walked the woods, learning to open my heart to life….
The Painting of the Pain
The pain was strong and unrelenting. I decided to paint it. In the stage in which it was a drawing only, it expressed the craziness and strength of the pain quite effectively. When I added the colors the effect became somewhat weaker. The power of lines to affect the areas that they point at, was…
Stop Manifesting…
I know I’m guilty. I’ve used the word “manifesting” often…taught clients the best way to manifest, explained the difference between “light” and “dark” energy, high and low vibes, powerful emotions and low vibrating ones…not that any of that was misguided, don’t get me wrong. It was where we all were in understanding energy at the…
Echoes Across the Century
I arrived at Bank tube station and walked out slap bang into the middle of London town, my feet bejewelled with pearls for the occasion; the pavement so hot in places I was glad of cool shady slabs that greeted me in the shadow of the tall elegant buildings, reaching for the sky. In the…
A Beautiful Enigma
The weeks rolled on and Dax’s behaviour started to change subtly. When he’d first arrived in Bristol he’d seemed happy to walk around on a lead rope and follow me wherever I took him: into the stable, into the field or around the yard. He was less confident about going out into the lane, so…
Spirit Walking, Spirit Waking
Last Sunday I gave a talk at a healing fair where I asked people to inquire into who they really were. Who are we beyond what we do, think, or how we’ve learn to act? I invited listeners to travel through their life’s stories as if they were water that changes form over time. I…
The Difference That Awareness Makes
I prepared many colors that were to go into many shapes. But when the painting got to this point, I knew it was finished. There is an area where most of the colors are concentrated. From there, spreading to all directions, this pattern of things-added-to-things, where there are no filled-in colors, goes on beyond the…
The Bliss of Menstruation
The adventure of perimenopause My life has changed a lot in the last couple of years thanks to my changing female cycle. I have been observing changes in my cycle mainly in the last five years, but recently I am on a roller coaster ride, I have to say. This transforming time is officially called…
Souls Journey…
I am on the train on my way into Central London… I have new jewels on my feet, pearls this time! The pavement was hot under my soles, as I walked to the station a sunny summer day… Beauteous feeling, rising spirit, freedom… Yesterday I wrote one line on a word document… My new book…