I love running.  It humbles me. Slows me down. Connects me to nature, To friends,  To change, To the universe. It reminds me that, Nothing is static, Everything grows, This is my path, Running is me.

The above board has been in and around my studio for many years. I returned from a beautiful walk and beautiful chat with a dear friend and wise women, and felt the urge to tweak it to read. Switch off the news and pause, Message a friend and go for a walk, Notice the sun on your face, The Robin, the white feather, the moon always there. Feel, move and breathe together, Maybe the chatter will start to disappear, And perhaps every female, Will pass this onto their daughter, fr

Fluorescent  lighting, heads in apps, Monster drinks sold on reception. Health clubs can feel far away from health. I have just spent 8 unexpected months working in a gym.  The glimmers have been; supporting women who want to step confidently into this space, new friends, strong women over 60 lifting next to young men in their 20s and guiding slow classes which calm nervous systems and hearing that people nearly nodded off. And to those I have seen one to one, reminding them