Birds are always in sync. They always arrive and leave at the right time.
Seven years ago, my parents were driving in the French countryside, where they live.
My dad noticed a black shape on the side of the road. As he got nearer, he found himself looking into the eyes of a fledgling crow who was laying there, near a roundabout. She was only a few weeks old and completely on her own, with no parents in sight or earshot. Continue reading
A few life times ago I made a vow. I vowed to dedicate my self to help animals. To alleviate their suffering and help them to be heard. I have tried a few things over the years. I waged a war against the world, but I realised that the war I was fighting against the outside world was also happening inside me…
I think a lot of people obsess with the weather when they are conversing. I have noticed that writers seem to be obsessed with time.
Here we are, at the end of May.
Boy turned 10 earlier on this month. I still dont understand where that time went…
Today we went to the 12th edition of Robots Live! in Burgess Hill.
Boy has been such a fan of the TV show Robot Wars, building his own cardboard versions of the heavy weight robots he has spent so long watching as they annihilate one another…
I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…
Sometimes all it takes is walking through your front door with no plans and you end up on an adventure…
As I took Boy out in town earlier on this afternoon, I thought we were going to watch a scout parade and a puppet dragon. We quickly realised that I got the date wrong as we landed in the middle of Bus Day, amongst a fleet of vintage buses taking people to random places far and wide for free all afternoon. So we got on random old buses, without having any clue where they were taking us… sometimes the driver would even change route mid way!
I’m happy to announce that I’m running an Animal Communication workshop with Ashley Ramsden.
Ashley is the co-founder of the International School of Storytelling, the longest established centre of its kind in the UK.
I met Ashley a few years ago, during one of my ‘How to Communicate with Dogs’ workshop. I was very honoured when he contacted me earlier on this year, to ask if I would like to run an Animal Communication workshop with him! I love the idea of combining Animal Communication and Storytelling, this is truly a one-of-a-kind workshop.
“Once upon a time” is when it all begins… the moment when we shift our perception, the mind opens itself and anything is possible!
I hope this post will find you well and enjoying a relaxing Sunday, wherever you are.
We ditched the car three weeks ago, before Easter weekend and so far we’ve been managing absolutely fine without it.
Our old car failed its MOT so I sold it to a mechanic who is going to race it for banger car racing. He told me he was going to paint it white with pink dots :D hopefully we’ll get to see it racing!
A couple of months ago, I finished this jumper for Jo, a lovely and talented lady who plays the accordion :