Healing from the heart

I am currently delving into my work as a Thai massage therapist in a much deeper way than ever before, having found an inspirational teacher, and I am really enjoying this journey. It has caused me to reflect on why I am finding giving the massages so much more enjoyable than in the past –

We Are Not Forsaken

Great mother writhes and moans on her sickbed,Hoping her discomfiture will jog us awake.Wildlife waits in the wings,Wondering if we will answer the call.The wind gives the trees their voice,“Remember yourselves, remember yourselves…”The buzzard screeches down from above,“It’s not too late, humans!”The world holds its breath, watching our every move. Then… We lift our heads,

Earth Medicine

To follow on from my last entry, which documents my recent experience of depression, I wanted to share my ongoing journey towards subsequent recovery. I must caveat this entry by saying I am no authority on how to recover from depression, I can only share my personal experience with heartfelt honesty. Every story is unique

A cosmic orgasm bursting out of my pen

Sometimes I connect with a higher part of myself and free write. Sometimes the results astound me. This was one of those times – the pen flew and joy and wonder bubbled up within me in an explosion of poetic prose; I was crying by the end of it. Despite it feeling quite vulnerable to

The meandering path of a reluctant shaman

I don’t really remember when shamanism began stealthily weaving its tendrils into my life. I guess, like many people, for a long time the word ‘shaman’ just conjured up the idea of a witch-doctor type character with wild eyes and dubious sanity credentials. Or it made me think of the 90s rave group and their