Did you hear about her? Hours passed. Days in fact. No laughing matter

so Covid stole our breath for a few days and we came out realising something … or someone … or something … had changed … or is it someone ..

Getting started on this exciting journey into ourselves through the expressive arts.

If every pocket were a story and the winding hollows were the journey … this could almost be a theatrical stand in for … Wait for it … wait

join the daily “challenge” And it’s as easy as committing to going for a wander each day and letting th experience serve you

we spent some time pulling ourselves apart and facing demons and hiding in caves and … we got a little further …

Some days the demons inside scream louder

Looking in on the life I won’t let live. So I fake something else

some days the world feels heavy, doesn’t it?

today I grieve. and life responds

dissociation … read on

isn’t it funny how stepping out of “normal life” can be such a door opener for deeply hidden thoughts?

When “it’s ok to feel how I am today” has become my shackles, it is no longer ok.

feet. tentatively perched. not moving. where will they go? brave is the colour blue.

It’s great we have the tools but it’s pretty not great when we NEED them. bLeH to dissociation! Can you relate?

What is lying at your feet? We noticed a broken piece of a gumnut. And then we played with the theme “seasons” … what can you create?

Dear 2021. What if I look past your flaws and really see you for what you were?

an exciting emergence seems to be under way. will we keep up? follow along? or will we let sabotage throttle the life out of it?

nature posing as art or is art posing as nature?

10 minute portrait of the selves