RIBBONS AND THREADS….
I wanted to create a space to explore and share threads or insights that come to me when I am moving or practicing. Recording moments in my own journey of exploration. I hope it may resonate with you and makes you explore something for yourself. I would love your feedback and thoughts……
We have not even to risk the adventure alone for the heroes of all time have gone before us.
The labyrinth is thoroughly known ...we have only to follow the thread of the hero path.
And where we had thought to find an abomination we shall find a God.
And where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves.
Where we had thought to travel outwards, we shall come to the center of our own existence.
And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.”
Joseph Campbell
Birthing beyond the veil
The thin translucent cell membrane
The fluid womb of our creation
The silken threads
woven in our energy bubble
EARTH DANCING
Our planet for now
This Earth
Surrendering
To her pulse, her heartbeat, her rhythm
What is it to be feminine?
The mask drops
The face softens
No shame now
This is power
Feminine
Mine
CELLULAR CONSCIOUSNESS: AN INVITATION TO EXPLORE
Life begins and ends in the cell
Our cells are a microcosm of our individual self
Each cell is an aspect of our self, of our unconscious and conscious behaviour
Grounding into the Cells: A clients journey
Working with complex trauma.
We went on a journey
There was the deep pool beneath us
Fluids & Membranes: A journey
The journey begins with intention
To breathe from the cells
To sink into the fluid nature of the cells
Yes and No
There is a yes
But it doesn’t know how to move
There is a fizzing in my flesh and in my bones
In my cells
A PRAYER FOR MY JOURNEY
For the plant that showed me
that took me on that journey
that took me to the edge and would not let me turn back
WIldness and Grief
There is a hidden wildness in me
As humans we make everything tidy, sorted, successful, ordered.
There is a grief in this
GRIEF AND CREATIVITY
I want to create every day something beautiful
A word, a look, a meeting
A DANCE
A poem not from a poet
A the very centre of life itself is a pin prick of light
A silently moving spiralling expansive space.
So silent it is deafening until we hear its song
