Sarah Campbell Lambert

16/12/2025

Okay friends, I'm SO excited to finally share this! 🐸💚
This is for parents, grandparents and caregivers of kids aged 3-7. Please share far and wide.

After years of work (literally YEARS) working on The Ginger the Frog Emotional Resilience Program, I'm launching the first part for home use - Ginger’s Bedtime Bundle – and I'm giving it away for FREE.

This has been such a labour of love, and I have to give a massive shout-out to Arndelle College and FRRR for believing in this project and providing the funding to make the digital component happen. Because of them, I could update the pictures and the stories and the website.

I can now share this resource with schools and families who really need it. 🙏

So… why bedtime?

Because I kept hearing the same thing from parents everywhere:
"Bedtime is a NIGHTMARE."

And here's the thing – it's so not your fault.

You know why kids save all their emotions, meltdowns, and a million questions for bedtime?
Because once the day slows down… their nervous system finally lets go.

If bedtime in your house looks like:
😵‍💫 "I'm not tired!"
😭 Tears over the wrong pyjamas
🌀 One last meltdown before sleep
💧 "I need a drink!"
🍪 "I'm hungry - but only for a snack!"
🤔 A thousand existential questions about life, death, and dinosaurs

…you're not doing anything wrong. Your child's just trying to process their whole day in that one hour.

Ginger's Bedtime Routine Bundle is designed to turn bedtime into a calm, connected wind-down — without battles, bribes, or begging.

Inside you'll find:
🐸 Gentle somatic exercises to shake, stretch, ground and sigh the day away
🌈 Creative visualisations that help busy minds drift into calm (and help you too!)
🎶 Beautiful songs that are fun and kids actually ask for at bedtime
📖 An eBook + audiobook (for YOU!) that shows you exactly how to use it all
🖼️ Posters, videos, and simple rituals you'll come back to every night

This isn't about "getting them to sleep."
It's about heart felt connection and helping their bodies feel safe enough to rest.

And the bonus? You'll finish the day calmer too. 💛

I'm so proud of this. The Emotional Resilience Program I’m launching next year for home use and for schools has been created with teachers, therapists, and real families. And now it's finally ready to go out into the world.

If you know a parent who's struggling with bedtime please pass this on to them (or if that parent is YOU), drop BEDTIME in the comments below and you'll be away...

Remember the bundle is all free.

Let's make bedtime better. Together. 🐸💚

15/12/2025

Comment "BEDTIME" to join the Bedtime Bundle! (Free for a limited time)

29/11/2025

Here's a great explanation about where trauma originates in us.
Relating to my own life I remember walking home in the dark from school in England, down dark country lanes and a flasher stopping his car - a man in a suit who started wanking in front of me while leaning against his car. I was terrified and ran home - terrified to walk home from school after that.
But I didn't tell my parents - or anyone. I held onto this and the sight of him still makes me wince as I write this. It makes me want to cry.
As Gabor Mate says - it's not the incident that creates the trauma. It's not feeling safe enough to tell our primary caregivers what happened. To be held, to be told I believe you, I'm right here with you, I'll take care of you and this....
Connection is everything with our young kids. It'll be harder when they're teenagers. Building trust and safety, knowing how to listen deeply and connect from our hearts will set our kids up for life.
They'll come to us, trust us, know that they're heard that will create a deep level of safety. Priceless.
The Ginger the Frog Emotional Resilience Program will keep us all on track with supporting the next generation. Coming soon.
Changing the world with solid foundations from the ground up.

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24/11/2025

Lovely to have some R&R for a few days (with a tiny bit of work thriwn in).
Just an hour down the road staying in the van. The first break in flippin’ ages! Too much work and not enough life balance…. Hmmm… need to make this a priority. 🌈❤️🌈❤️

When’s your next break?

01/11/2025

The mind controlls everything. Understand the mind and change deep rooted beliefs about yourself is easier than you think. 🌈❤️

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Finally, he found one — a man awaiting ex*****on in the electric chair.
The scientist offered the condemned man an alternative: to take part in a psychological experiment. The method, he said, would be simple — a small cut on the wrist, allowing the blood to drain slowly, drop by drop. Death, he promised, would be painless. Peaceful. The prisoner, desperate to avoid the electric chair, agreed.
He was laid on a stretcher, strapped down so he couldn’t move. A shallow incision was made — just enough to feel real — and a small metal bowl was placed beneath his arm. Beneath the bed, the scientist set up a bottle of serum with a valve that released liquid, drop by drop, into the bowl.
The prisoner heard each drop and believed it was his own blood leaving his body. Slowly, the scientist began reducing the flow, creating the illusion that his “blood” was thinning.
As time passed, the prisoner grew pale. His heart pounded. His breath came in short, panicked bursts. Finally, when the scientist closed the valve completely, the prisoner’s body gave out. He suffered a heart attack — and died.
The experiment had proven one chilling truth: the human mind believes what it perceives. What we accept as real — whether positive or negative — shapes our entire being, both mentally and physically.
The mind has no limits when it deceives itself. And when it can’t understand something, it invents its own truth — often mistaking the natural for the supernatural.
In life, we often face obstacles that seem impossible to overcome. Someone might tell us there’s no hope — and if we believe it, that belief becomes our reality.
“He who thinks of failure has already failed.
He who thinks of victory is already one step ahead.”

21/10/2025

A video I made seven years ago but still just as relevant today. Mindfully transmuting anger - so ridiculous to hold onto it but it seems to be a habit these days that's hard to kick off.

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13/10/2025

What a great idea!

In Germany, some supermarkets have introduced something amazing called “pet parking pads.” These are small, temperature-controlled, and well-ventilated kennels placed outside stores, designed to keep dogs safe and comfortable while their owners shop. Instead of leaving pets in hot cars or tied outside, owners can now let their furry friends relax in these cozy, secure pods. Each kennel is climate-controlled, ensuring the perfect temperature no matter the weather... a thoughtful upgrade for pet-loving shoppers!

This creative idea shows how German supermarkets are putting both customers and their pets first. It’s a small but meaningful way to make shopping more stress-free and animal-friendly. Shoppers can take their time inside without worrying, and dogs get a cool, comfy spot to rest outside. It’s innovation that truly cares for everyone... humans and their four-legged family members alike. Would you love to see something like this in your city?

26/08/2025

Ahh! The world thrives on connection, kindness and community. ❤️❤️❤️

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"My name’s Morris. I’m 78. Live alone since my Edna passed five years back. Every Tuesday, I catch the 10:15 bus to the library. Same seat. Same walk. For years, it was quiet. Just me, the pigeons, and that old green bench at Oak Street stop.

Then last winter, I started noticing the kids. Not playing. Not laughing. Just.... sitting. Heads down. Fingers flying over phones. Even in the rain. One Tuesday, a girl in a purple backpack sat hunched, shoulders shaking. Not crying, just empty. Like the bench swallowed her whole. My chest hurt. I remembered my grandson, Liam, before he got that scholarship. Same look. Like the world forgot he existed.

I went home restless. Edna always said, "Morris, you fix what’s broken." But what’s broken here? Phones? No. Hearts.

Next morning, I dug out my grandson’s old tablet. Spent three shaky hours learning QR codes (turns out YouTube tutorials are for young eyes!). Printed simple signs,

SCAN ME. TELL ME YOUR STORY.
I’M LISTENING.

Taped them to the bench corners. Used duct tape—Edna’s favorite "fix-all."

First week? Nothing. Kids walked past like the signs were trash. Mrs. Gable from 42 scoffed, "Foolishness, Morris. They want screens, not old men." Maybe she was right.

Then, a miracle. A boy, maybe 12 scanned it. Sat there 20 minutes, typing. Later, I checked the shared Google Doc (yes, I set one up! Edna would’ve laughed). His words,

"My dad’s sick. Mom works nights. I’m scared. But I drew a dragon that breathes glitter. It’s in my pocket."

My hands shook. I bought glitter glue and left it under the bench with a note, "For the dragon artist. Keep shining. —Morris (the bench friend)"

Next day? A folded paper airplane landed beside me. Inside, a glittery dragon. And "Thanks. Dad’s smiling today."

Word spread. Kids started coming early for the bus. Scanning. Typing. A girl wrote, "Bullies call me ‘robot’ ’cause I love coding. But robots don’t feel sad, right?" I left a book: "Ada Lovelace, Girl Who Dreamed in Code." She left cookies the next week. "Robots eat sugar too"

It wasn’t perfect. Rain washed away signs. Some ignored it. But slowly.... the bench changed. Kids sat together. Talking. A teen scanned and wrote, "I’m failing math. Too ashamed to ask." Two girls saw it, messaged him, "We’ll help. Meet us here Saturday." They did. Now they tutor three kids a week.

Then came the cold snap. I slipped on ice, broke my hip. Two weeks in hospital. Felt useless.

The day I got home, I shuffled to the bus stop... and stopped dead.

The bench was covered. Not in trash—but in notes, drawings, tiny gifts. A knitted coaster ("For your tea!"). A Lego robot ("From the coding club!"). A photo, kids holding a sign "MORRIS’S BENCH: WE SEE YOU."

Mrs. Gable was there, hammering a new sign into the post. "Took you long enough to heal," she grumbled. But her eyes were wet. "We added a real mailbox. For stories too long for phones."

Now? Twelve bus stops in town have "listening benches." Run by teens, retirees, even the grumpy postman. No apps. No donations. Just... space to be heard.

Yesterday, the glitter-dragon boy (now 14) helped me plant marigolds in a pot by the bench. "You taught us," he said, patting the soil, "loneliness is the only thing that really needs fixing."

I think of Edna. She’d say I fixed the bench. But the truth? Those kids fixed me. They reminded me that broken hearts don’t need grand gestures. Just a safe place to whisper, "I’m here." And someone willing to say back, "I hear you."

We’re not waiting for buses anymore. We’re waiting for each other. And that? That’s how the world gets warmer. One scanned story at a time."
Let this story reach more hearts...
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19/08/2025

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30/04/2025

I've been banging on about Adlerian theory for a while now and the explanation in this video hits the nail on the head.

Time line therapy is perfect for bringing stuck trauma from the past in to a processed present day reality.

Hypnotherapy is perfect for subconscious processing in a gentle way, seeing the big picture and creating neural pathways for a new way forward.

The mirror technique takes us from victim to powerhouse every single time.

Somatic tools, mindfulness, and creative visualisations help us connect mind and body for optimum health.

Total responsibility for ones life on every level is not only necessary for a successful life and to love fully, but sets us free.

If you want to explore and create your life, book a session with me through this page or dm me for an on-line appointment and let's get cracking!

Big love,
Sarah ###

28/04/2025

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This is why we dance. ###

"At 51 years old, Anna Halprin was slowly dying. Doctors had diagnosed her with severe, incurable bowel cancer. All she had to do was resign herself to the approaching end. Instead, Halprin took up dance and, as fantastic as it sounds, defeated the cancer. Since then, for more than 40 years, she has danced – not for the sake of art, but for the sake of health. At 92, Anna Halprin frequently performs and teaches others how to heal. There is no magic or anything supernatural in her story. 'The natural self-healing mechanism is built into every cell of the body.'
A wonderful way to trigger this mechanism, says Halprin, is to start dancing. Not just any way, but to connect the movements with your feelings and experiences.
That's what happened to Anna. After learning about the illness, she took some paints and on a large canvas drew her cancer as she imagined it. The result was a threatening abstract blot. Anna hung the painting on the wall, invited a dozen friends, and performed the Dance of Cancer in front of the painting. The idea was to use the language of dance to 'speak out' fears and doubts. It looked quite unusual, and sometimes even frightening: while dancing, Halprin spread her arms, made sharp movements, squatted, hissed, and moaned. There was something almost religious about it.
'One day, when I was a child, I saw my uncle praying and swaying as he prayed,' says Anna Halprin. 'Then I thought that God must be a dancer.'
Surprisingly, the dance of cancer helped. Anna Halprin is completely cured. 'My struggle with the disease was an incredible gift for me,' she admits. 'Before the cancer, I lived to dance. After that, I dance to live.' This is the art of dancing to live that Halprin has been teaching her students ever since. Her method is to establish a deep connection between the mind, the unconscious, and the physical body itself. For example, she asks students to take a piece of paper and draw their fears, worries – whatever comes to mind. And then, improvising, 'dance' that drawing. That is, to talk about the same experiences, but in the language of movement. 'I teach people to listen to their bodies,' explains Anna Halprin. 'They heal themselves, I just guide them to resources. But that still makes me very happy.'
Now, on the eve of her 93rd birthday, Anna Halprin holds three-hour classes twice a week in her studio and also leads author's workshops.
For 40 years, Anna Halprin has been healing people through dance – one might say she dances with God.
God, it seems, is quite a good dancer." From the book "I Wanted It and I Could" / Cynthia Cynthia. TAT TVAM ASI/