Things I’m learning

This is just a quick one really. It wanted to start life as an Evaristo inspired art-prose with minimal punctuation and maximal effect. But a quick check-in reveals that said blog is still growing and not ready to be birthed. So today, I choose this one. *Correction*. This one chose me. Bullet points feel fitting.Continue reading “Things I’m learning”


It’s only really my second proper time doing Breathwork. I’ve never been to an actual class or even incorporated it into my life as much as I know I should. Both times, I’ve used the programme “Breathe” by Leeor Alexandra (I’ll link it at the bottom, it is transformative) Once I’ve laid on the matContinue reading “Breathe”


Trigger warning: the following post will speaks about suicidal ideation. I have written before that rock bottom is a place with which I am deeply familiar. But the truth of the matter is that I’ve really only been there once, for just over a year from about July 2017 until August of the following year.Continue reading “Hope”


Holistic: characterised by the belief that the parts of something are intimately interconnected and explicable only by reference to the whole. Much of my internal thought processes which continue to assimilate, brew and reintegrate as months go by are focused on purpose; specifically my purpose. I’ve come to see that purpose as service– to beContinue reading “Holistic”


“I’m all out of salt, I’m not gonna cry, won’t give you what you want ‘coz I look way too good tonight” Ava Max’s rich voice croons through my speaker as I drive home from dinner with an old friend. I’ve taken a misinformed turn and ended up on the wrong side of the Thames.Continue reading “Salt”


Defining this blog has always posed a real challenge for me. “What do you write about?” remains one question I find repeatedly has me feeling flustered. The answer to that question doesn’t fit succinctly into a 120 character bio. Nor does it sit in any real category even though I’ve divided this growing body ofContinue reading “Snapshots”


I took myself to the small kitchen in my flat and quietly turned myself to liquid. I filled a large carafe and poured the elixir of self back into my body, breath and all the spaces in between. The gurus called it grounding. The poets called it coming home. I called it being safe. Safe,Continue reading “Safe”


I crave the sweet music of women who circle as I inhale fresh gulps of summer until my lungs expand with abundant joy. I want to run through fields of wild flowers, dropping loops of consciousness beneath multicoloured skies. In my dreams I fly to red rocks and harmonise with souls who retreat alongside mine.Continue reading “Cravings”