Cheesecakes and chocolate!
Not for the faint of heart!
Chocolate is a great teacher.
One of my art teachers used to say relax, breathe and come to the page ready to draw a load of old rubbish. Of course she didn’t mean it QUITE like that. I’m sure she was trying to encourage us to enjoy the experience of being artistic, without the pressure of having to create a masterpiece.
That’s ok for them I remember thinking, but SURELY she can’t mean ME?
… can she? Continue reading »
It’s all about the pleasure
When I first plucked up the courage to be “willing” to try blogging, I wanted to create a space of pure pleasure where I could express my thoughts or creative going-ons. To learn and practice and experience doing something fun just for myself. A place to put the photographs I so enjoy taking. A space to natter away about whatever was on my mind, or about things and events that captured my attention. Somewhere I hoped to record my experiences of “Just this” moments of pure pleasure. A place where I can remind myself that I am enough just the way I am. Especially a place I didn’t need to be concerned about who was reading or what they’d think. Continue reading »
Happiness sometimes comes in Stripes
Creating a One Word Theme for the Year
Natalie Goldberg says, “Follow your heart and Tigger and they will take you where you want to go”
Well, maybe she doesn’t REALLY say Tigger, but I’m sure she meant to. And yes I do mean the “bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun character from Winnie the Pooh.
Unearthing your Inner “Artiste”
The speed of love
For months I have been dithering around with this particular blog. Fear of not being original. Of maybe just repeating what others have said. Saying something silly and not being able to say clearly what I am trying to share. Of being misunderstood. Of not connecting. I can no longer survive without a continual stream of creative expression. It makes me a better energy practitioner. A better listener. We are told that we are “perfect” just the way we are. I try to believe that of myself. And more often I forget.


