Travelling in My City

.My artist self. When I stray, Life brings me back. When I become too much in my head, Life brings me back to my body. A car scratch. All people are our teachers. She is. Outside the café window directly in front of me, she sat down and took her laptop out of a bright …

My Magic Hands

Yesterday I had hypnotherapy for the first time and it was marvellous. My heart spoke, my womb spoke, my throat spoke and my mind spoke. When all were invited to be incorporated, my feet were buzzing, energy moved up my legs, throughout my body and my hands tingled. Magic hands. These words came to me. …