I always had the feeling this was not my place but someone else's as if I needed permission to walk these paths. I will take my place among the trees that sing to me, and call me my true name.
These are my woods now
Chronicle of a yoga retreat
Day 1 I have just got back from an intense and rewarding week on a wonderful yoga retreat with Alaric Newcombe at Le Tardoun in France. Inspired by Julia Cusworth, I took with me a passport-sized Muji notebook, a teensy watercolour set, and a single black pen. Each afternoon I created a watercolour background and …
The Wheel of Time
'Don't prick your finger on the Wheel of Time' - my first page for The Season of Fairy Tales, inspired by Sleeping Beauty. I was so excited when I heard about this particular season at Get Messy Art Journal. I have always loved fairy tales and imagined I could easily spend a year diving into …
My voice, the fire
The woman is tending my voice. Night after night, I see her, strong and deeply connected to the earth, the open air. I am unfamiliar with this language but I can see the golden heart she speaks of. A moment billows, comes towards me, even now, while the woman is shining in the clear blue …
