I may be turning feral

I may be turning feral.  I have short nails from gardening and have worn my hair in plaits for weeks.  The white strands are taking over and I can’t see without my glasses, but I’m guessing my eyebrows need plucking.  I eat when I am hungry and wear what I like.  I sometimes snooze on … Read more


I am noticing

Sunrises, different each day; blue, indigo, peach melba, mango sorbet.

The moon and the pale halo she wears even as she wanes.

How clearly I can see the stars, pricked points in clear black.

How daisies have pink tips in hear shapes on their petals.

How brilliantly happy-yellow dandelions are.

How leaves shine in the … Read more


The art of not knowing – Beginners Mind

When I did my coach training at Barefoot Coaching, one the key points Kim Morgan the CEO made, was that as coaches we needed to develop the ability to stay with not knowing.  When we can stay ‘not knowing’ then we can be curious about the client and what will evolve.  If we ‘know’ then … Read more


Meditation – what’s the point?

Meditation for hippies?

I’ve been teaching meditation for over thirty years in schools having learned it on a retreat, in the Himalayas, among saffron robes, looking out at eagles swooping across golden terraces of corn.

So far, so hippy right?  That’s what people always used to think when I snuck meditation into my secondary school … Read more


Freedom in Confinement (Covid March 27th 2020)

Free Online Well-being videos, podcasts and lives to help you with their weird times.

  • Join me live on zoom for meditations and well being sessions, dates, times and login details here.
  • If you missed the lives, never fear for the recordings are on YouTube or as podcasts, whichever you prefer  here

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Autumn Queen

Autumn is here and this year my son hasn’t written a poem about school sucking the school out of him and I haven’t written a poem about time being strangled as I have done before:

New Term

Time strangled,

Lies withering on the floors

Covered with the ocre leaves of August’s mourning,

Cramped, dark, confined,

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