Nomad

I’m not a healer because that alludes to an end point when we are always in varying states of health and vitality.

Instead, I help you optimise your resources:
🗝 on a physical level with Craniosacral Therapy;
🗝 on an emotional and mental level with coaching,
🗝 and on a spiritual level with guided nature activities and visualisations.


The goal is not to eradicate all dis-ease, discomfort or dysfunction but to find and develop those inherent resources that you can use to cue your sense of ease, comfort and function.

Let me take you on a pilgrimage and map a new territory.

My Work is my Art

Art is not decorative; it’s what causes change.

I don’t hand you your health nor do I provide you with the answers. What I do is hold you in a space of non-judgement, mutual respect, trust and freedom of expression so that you can drop into an integrated state of being — mind, body and heart — and discover that you are already healing and you already have the questions that are guiding you towards the answers … just keep journeying and they will lead you back home to you; to your innate wellness and to your true vitality.

Craniosacral Therapy and coaching are the mediums that I use. What’s your medium that you use as the vehicle of translating your gift into a language your audience can hear?

If you can see your work as your art, what are you creating today; what change are you effecting? 

Method Addiction

I’m not a fan of anything prescriptive. I believe in teaching people how to awaken their innate wisdom rather than touting methods for wellness, healing, training or life goals in general. This is because if we are in tune with the intuitive nature of the body, mind and heart we will spontaneously gravitate towards that which will ultimately benefit us on a deep somatic level.

Thirteen years ago, and for several years beyond, while I was going through the trauma of separation and divorce — and all that entails when egos are frayed and children are hurting — I would take myself to the icy Atlantic and breathe meditatively through the freeze as I gradually submerged myself in its numbness. Once I had calmed my sympathetic nervous system and slowed my heart rate and breath, I would lie back and surrender to the support of the water, relaxing fully into her arms. All the while my calming inner dialogue would remind me that this will pass, that I will be warm again, that nothing is forever and that the Law of Impermanence is my soulmate. I was generally the only person back then … incredulous onlookers considered me mad. But now it’s a method; now it’s en vogue; now everyone, whether or not they are intuitively being called to #icebathing, will force themselves to go there because now you’re considered crazy if you don’t.

Having said all of that, I’m always up for a #challenge! So when I met a friend this evening for a swim in the tidal pool, and he set his watch for 20 minutes, there was zero chance I was going to get out a second before the goal regardless of having lost control of my lower jaw at around the 15 minute mark.

With the sun behind mottled clouds, after 20 minutes in thirteen degree Celsius water, I fumbled over belt and buttons and managed to tap my thumb in just the right place to capture the magnificence of yet another magical Cape Town sunset. And then I had to recruit a driver so my body could shake out all that needed to be released.

Mindfulness is Soulfulness

In my opinion mindfullness isn’t necessarily about slow walking, deep breathing, frequent resting and delighting in every flower on a trail. Sure, it CAN be about all of these things. But it’s not prescriptive, it’s not a recipe to follow in the pursuit of awakening.

Mindfulness is about being present with where you are and how you are … right now. And now … and now.

If mindfulness were simply about the new age hippy version of tripping through the daisies it would exclude an entire population of people whose daily lives involve hard labour, stressful work commitments, gruelling commutes and distressing separations. 

Fully practicing mindfulness isn’t waiting for gaps or vacations or weekend retreats; unless you can find mindfulness in the chaos, true mindfulness will elude you in the calm and create all manner of psychological and emotional discontent by projecting your ideals onto a reality that only ever exists in the present.

When practiced with integrity and concentration, mindfulness can be present in the sensations of the footfall of your dash for a train; present with the attitude of impermanence of your stress about being late; found in the vibrations of the hammer as it chips away at boulder after boulder, and in meeting yourself in the heartfelt sadness of farewells.

Meditation is a medication that comes without prescription and is not limited to the lotus sitting in silence. Mindfulness can be easily practiced on the cushion yet it will ultimately always transcend this.

So don’t wait to practice because someone has told you it requires stillness and contemplation. Practice it in every moment by being present in your now.

Transition Pioneer

In mythology it is told that these days were never counted on the calendar because they were meant as a time for pause and reflection. This new lockdown and curfew has brought more of that and there is definitely a feeling of suspension — a holding of breath and a stillness in waiting for something to pass and something new to take its place.

As time moves through the midnight hour at the end of one year and into the next, nothing miraculously changes. It’s just part of a created construct. But that’s not to say that, with intention, attention, ritual and mindful manifestation, you cannot create the change you want.

Writing a new story – for me – means pioneering again and, as the saying goes, the pioneer is the one with the arrows in her back. I’ll take that a step further by tying in the arrows to my posts on wounding as the place one’s  daemon (a.k.a. one’s gift) emerges. And I’m challenged to reflect on how I keep the wound open enough to allow the radiance of my gifts while bandaged enough to protect myself from the energy vampires who bleed me dry. Because my pioneering has almost killed me many times.

But, by pushing into my outer edges of near death, I have found my treasures … and those treasure chests, remember, never come clean out of the ocean depths; they come up encrusted with barnacles and strapped with rusted iron and jammed padlocks. And then accessing that treasure is not simply finding it but also cleaning it up and unlocking it … and it’s the tools one finds or has to develop in this very endeavour that often generate the greatest growth experience.

This year had brought crisis, trauma, destruction, illness, mental health disasters, and death … death that has taken both human kind and human kindness. This year has also brought opportunity through isolation – an uncomfortable and often unbearable pause … a hiatus from which we have had to recreate our stories of who we are. 

And this story writing continues as we spiral through time.

My story has changed dramatically again this year as I have had no choice but to prostrate myself at the alter of my own fallibility and shed the flotsam from my sinking ship. This has included some of the roles I have had to play — dutiful daughter, loyal lover, dumping ground, punching bag, scapegoat child, holder and organiser, gap filler, option — and some of those people who have expected me to fulfil those roles for them because without my part their own identity is compromised.

It’s a lonely journey speaking out from one’s heart, following one’s truth and putting up the necessary boundaries … but I’m building resilience as the earth falls away from under my feet and I hold myself in suspended animation until I can trust the people who have chosen to stay in my life are the ones who can catch me when I allow myself to fall.

Although I know it’s temporary, the hiatus can be excruciating. This ending has been a long one as I transition through the different stories of my life now with space for new leading roles played by people who resonate with the changes the protagonist has been through.

Yes, the pioneer has a lonely journey as misfit, rebel, activist, truth-seeker and orator… but I’d have it no other way. So as I crawl to the finish line with arrows in my back, everything is still the same yet it is different purely through a shift of mentality. Because as we change, the people and activities we resonate with change too and, just as a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, we grow stronger through our choices and the quality of the connections we make.

Immunity means I am you in Me … so to build immunity over time, let’s not bury human kindness along with everything else this year that has both died and been killed.

E-motion is meant to Move

Inflammation arises as a response to attack on one’s physical body and it promotes a clearing and cleaning of symptoms. If, however, this is consistently neutralised, the hostile toxins get stored in the connective tissues and cause long term degenerative and acute dis-ease.

Now consider this on a psychological level. Unresolved emotional content will show up again and again and, so long as it isn’t engaged with in a way that it can be transformed and e-moted — moved — through the psyche, it will not be transformed into the beneficial immunity, a.k.a. appropriate responses.

Contact me to find harmony in the ebbs and flows of somatic experiences within your system in order to bring to the surface those things that need to get unstuck and begin to move.

Lost in Translation

There are so many layers to life and to living and each layer holds its own combinations of experiences which, themselves, hold clusters of traumas, wounds, injuries and dis-ease.
When someone shows up in my therapy room, it’s generally to deal with the current manifestation of some part of these deeper layers and, generally, they want me to help make it go away,
Some therapists/modalities work at placating the symptoms so that the client feels relief but this tends to be only temporary respite because, unless the underlying issues are sought out, brought to the surface, acknowledged and worked with, symptoms will continue to appear in whatever form the body can use in order to get your attention – ignore the soft grumbles and the body will shout louder next time.
My approach is to see those symptoms as a language the body is using to ask for guidance and to help you to open a dialogue with those symptoms so that they no longer bring fear with them but rather curiosity … an opportunity for a deep dive into the innate wisdom of the body in order to bring authentic listening and subsequent healing.

Contact me if you would like to find a way through the white noise and find a more coherent language to talk to your wounds.

Knowing the path is not the same as walking the path

“In allowing the journey to ‘have us’ we become lost; we lose our usual selves in order to find our original self again. Lost souls are the only ones who ever get found.”
– Michael Meade

What good is a path if it doesn’t take us on a journey beyond that which we already know…?
A quest is a journey you undertake, the destination of which is unknown… a discovery, the process of which means you’ll find things along the way that you weren’t looking for.

What good is a calling if it doesn’t take us on a quest…?
Pilgrimage is an essential part of life for me – it is an outward journey of an inner quest … a journey to a physical destination that takes me on a journey to a spiritual Holy Grail … And it is never complete because each step is different each time I take it, and each outlook is an ever-changing reflection of my inner reality.

What good is an answer if it isn’t preceded by questions…?
As the old proverb says, “Before you begin the journey, you own the journey. Once you have begun, the journey owns you.” Today I began to plan the next journey and – as I now recognise – the searching and the planning in itself is a quest that will change me.

The Grit Becomes the Gift

Most people have heard the ubiquitous story of the oyster and the pearl but not everyone has heard the full story. Myth says that the oyster must first be dredged from the bottom of the darkest ocean and the shell pried open in order to retrieve the pearl. And then, to retain its lustre, it must be polished and kept warm against the skin and its beauty shared with all the world.
The symptom is the grit the psyche uses to create the gift and your gift will shine with a radiance in proportion to the depths you had to dive into your shadow self and the effort you needed to expend in self-development and introspection in order to attend the wounds your being was calling you to heal.
Yes, the sand becomes a pearl … but not without effort, courage, frustration, agitation, patience, willpower and struggle. The oyster isn’t intentionally creating something of beauty; it is merely managing pain in the best way it can to not only survive but to thrive.
So too, when the body alerts you to a wound, work with it … not with expectation of something better, but simply with the acknowledgement that it can be no other way for now.
Step by step and breath by breath be guided to those aspects that can be dredged out of your emotional depths. Work diligently and patiently, work with tenacity and curiosity. And don’t give up because this is the polishing – to ripen and become what you need to be in the world
And once you have recognised what you have brought into the light, find your tribe and share your gift and always remember where and how you received it. This is your initiation and your obligation so that we can all learn and grow together.