Conversations by the Fire

On belonging, relationships, being enough, and the possibility that we don't have to earn our place here... What if being me were enough? What if this moment, right now, were enough? What if all that is available to me, now, is enough? I've been mulling these questions over lately, alongside all sorts of thoughts about relationship, how we meet one another, and how we meet ourselves. And today, with the New Moon in Libra, feels like a good moment to sit with them. Lib

I don't really like humans... And yet, I'm becoming more interested in what happens when we gather differently. When there is room for difference, space for repair, and the possibility of belonging without having to disappear.

A reflection on the stories, imprints and old protections we slowly learn to meet, soften and weave back into wholeness I’ve been sitting today with an ache for us as humans. For our tender, complex, patterned, trying-so-hard human selves. For the way we live with the stories of our past - not always as clear memories, not always as something we can name or point to, but as something that keeps showing up, time and again, colouring the present. The things we thought we had fi

We often think of rupture as the obvious break. The argument. The silence. The painful conversation. The moment someone leaves the room. The relationship that suddenly feels strained, distant, or unsafe. But I keep returning to the sense that rupture often begins much earlier than this. Before the words become sharp. Before the body turns away. Before the silence settles between two people. It begins in the body. A tightening in the chest. A small holding of the breath. A clo

I stand here, in the centre of the timeline. Present. I turn towards the ones who came before me. I see you. I see the sorrow that was too much to hold. The pain that had nowhere soft to land. The places where life was cold, where blood was spilt, boundaries crossed, and support was scarce. And I feel how, out of deep loyalty, out of a young and innocent love, my body tried to carry what could not be completed before me. Today, something completes. I am ready. The burden can

Halfway through a Womb Surround, a circle of eight women, and my heart is quietly full. Laughter spilling out where words once couldn’t. Tears finding permission. Stillness that says more than anything spoken. Long, poignant silences and the gentle joy of unfurling. I’m in awe of the beauty this work brings... the ripples it sends outward, seen and unseen. Life moves through us like a river: marking us, shaping us, carving us open. We are born this way... initiated into life

There was a time when friendships were simple. When the earth beneath my feet was warm and hardbaked, when dust coated my legs as I ran—fast, free, wild. We climbed trees with scraped knees, chased each other along the walls, played football until the sun sank low. There was no difference between us then. No categories, no question of who belonged where. I arm-wrestled my friends and won. I ran just as fast, climbed just as high. We were a pack, and I was part of it. A brothe

Reflections on the work of Dr. Ray Castellino Welcome, dear one. I’m so glad you’ve found your way here… Pre - and Perinatal Somatic Therapy (often shortened to PPN) is a field of healing that explores how our earliest experiences shape the way we meet life. Long before we had words, our bodies were already learning.In the womb, during birth, and in the first months of life, our nervous systems were forming impressions about safety, connection, belonging, and support. These