Back To Yourself - Alexander Technique, Energy work, Modern meditation

07/09/2025

And now my yoga journeys continues … thank you Mark Withwell “ Heart of Yoga “ for the transmission amd the invitation to participate in your vision …

I am envisioning a worldwide gathering of nomadic Yoginis and Yogis , free in this world, gathering from place to sacred place on sacred Earth… gathering with more and more frequency, almost permanency of Happening… with no doubt of radiance Happening from ancient to present incarnations. Who will meet and move together in Bali October, India November through January, Jamaica February, and beyond on and in the Yoga tour to Infinty.
For you and me, even now there is no world. The world is just ideas.. just thought. You are What is actually the case.. the power, beauty, pure intelligence and intrinsic harmony Happening of this profound existing cosmos.
This is an unusual life commitment, but an actual and easy recognition for all ordinary people, in their participation in What is recognized.
Who can do this nomadic always Happening movement of the living body in the immeasurable unitary movement of the Total cosmos? You can because you already are. See you down the road from ocean to ocean.

We start in Umbria today …

07/09/2025

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲.
This journey, like many in Italy, began and ended with what the land knows best — aperitivo, food, and deep reverence. A way to give thanks, to share space, to honor presence.

𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱.
Up in the mountains, from 1200 to 3000 meters, our steps followed a path toward the sky, the unknown. We walked in silence, side by side with our breath.

No searching.
No asking. Just listening.
Not seekers but servants to breath.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲.
With every uphill step, breath became both struggle and guide. The effort demanded presence. Thoughts had no room to survive.

𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱.
Hands on rocks.
Something inside shifted. We sensed a subtle change.

A molecular opening.
A momentary connection to something greater.
Not quite definable, but deeply felt.

𝗔 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿 -
not fully formed,
not loud or shiny,
but fragile, delicate, and alive.
Born from the clarity that breath demands.

Not as a concept, but as a lived moment of stillness and surrender.

𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿:
what lies beyond modernity’s noise,
beyond the mind’s identification.

In that altitude, a simple truth emerged:
𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦.
It 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻.

We all carry inherited dysfunctions:
ancient patterns shaped by family, religion, culture.
They may speak different languages,
but all point toward the same fundamental truth.

05/08/2025

When Ancestors Move Through Us: Story, Embodiment, and Field

Our ancestors’ history is not just something of the past—it is a vital source of nourishment and guidance.
This offering is an invitation to explore: How do we relate to our ancestral field?

By tapping into this field, we can gain insight into situations that may have felt confusing or heavy without explanation. Our intention is to learn how to be in reverence—so that we may be resourced, and in turn, allow healing to take place.

As our relationship with our ancestors deepens, the way we move through life changes. Our steps become lighter. We may choose to step back and create distance, or to come closer and feel more connected.
The patterns and dynamics of our lineage often live in us silently. By bringing awareness to them, we reclaim a sense of choice. We receive insight into how we might move toward the future with more harmony, developing a peaceful heart through the acceptance of what is.

We will inquire together: tender and sacred questions.

What does the connection feel like?

What sensations arise when we invite our ancestors to stand behind us?

How does their energy manifest—in a vision, a word, a sentence, a smell, or a gesture?

Who is most likely to show up for us to be in reverence to?

Are we curious? Does it feel safe? Are we close or distant?

You are invited on October 16th to a free introduction...online will let you know the link as you stay tuned.

30/07/2025

What is it that’s truly required of me to connect with the energy of Love?
Not just the idea of love—but the full, living, breathing experience of it.
I find myself drawn to the qualities that seem to radiate from this space:�
Warmth, innocence, gratitude.�Passion, kindness, expansiveness.� Realness, trust, beauty, openness.� Wonder, delight, affirmation, richness.�Integrity, power.
And I ask myself—is being in love simply about being fully present?
But presence demands courage. Because I’m learning I cannot truly arrive in the presence of Love without first dismantling the emotions that still live in the shadow—�The fear.�The grief.�The disappointment.
To love—fully, truly, and with integrity—I must meet those parts, too.�Not avoid them. Not bypass them. But face them with compassion and humility.
Only then, maybe, can Love reveal its truest form.
When loved one passes…What followed was not just heartbreak—it was a deep sense of betrayal, confusion, and silence.�So many unanswered questions.
How could it have been different?�Where did I fail to pay attention?�How did I let the mind be the driver, forgetting to tend to the environment of our relationship—the soil of us?
I was left with a sea of missed opportunities. And in their wake, fear—now companion to every other emotion—settled in.
But through my studies and inner work, I slowly began to see something else:�That not knowing what the future holds can become a currency—if I allow it to.
But only after I move through the e-motion of grief.
Only by facing the fear, not suppressing it, can I begin to feel the quiet presence of something more ancient:
The whisper of the ancestors who once tended the fields.� The wisdom of the soil itself, reminding me that even in loss, something is still alive beneath the surface.� The possibility that healing does not erase pain—it carries it differently.
Fear forces us to pause. But it can also invite us to listen.
If you’ve experienced this kind of loss, or are walking with fear as a companion, I see you.�You are not alone. And there is wisdom—even here.
If this resonates with you—if you're on this kind of path too—I welcome your reflection. What has Love asked of you? For me it just asked to Be Love and to give it freely always with no conditioning.

Somatic Work

22/07/2025

There’s nothing that can happen that will ever separate me from the living body of earth. Joanna Macy

Joanna Macy discusses her personal journey into the worlds of activism, Buddhism, and deep ecology.

19/07/2025

Attending to the Feminine in Togetherness
A Circle of Listening, Grief, and Re-enchantment

We come together not to define, but to dwell.
Not to resolve, but to remember.
The feminine is not a fixed essence—it is a way of being-with that modernity has long dismembered.

We acknowledge the possibility of my story merging with your story.
Across difference—of culture, situation, location—we listen for the threads that want weaving.

We honor the flowing transparency that arises when we admit:

I do not always know how to hold this.
I do not know if I’m doing enough.
But I am willing to be here—with you—anyway.
We live in a world of fragmentation.
Still, we ask:

Can we hold multiple truths?
Can we let wild possibility arrive uninvited and still offer it tea?
We know now that whispered rituals are necessary.
We must hold them, tend them, call upon the land that knows us best.
In the fragility of now, in the reverence of our ancestors,
we prepare the ground for something deeper than hope—belonging.

So I ask you: Can you join me? Join us?
To sit in the fertile dark.
To listen.
To tend.
To let what is sacred but unnamed, speak again

I wait for you in Italy from August the 18th to the 25th

Painting from Michela Martello

13/07/2025

https://youtu.be/IFpnY-ooQhw?si=cScv53QlZ3Woczz8

(Conversation recorded on May 21st, 2025) When facing the realities of our world, the urge to drown in grief or shut down into apathy is becoming more and m...

12/07/2025

Sharing A poem & gift ~

written by Sarah and inspired after one of our Book Club Session

Take Flight and Give in Gratitude.
Note poetry from an Island of Coherence dialogue betweenJanilyn, Kerry, Nicole, Giorgina, and Sarah

Conditions can change depending on what’s in the system.
A thirst, a rich and real presence, elders, or water?
It’s a changing season, a movement of rituals of sun and moon.
But what calls to you? An idea, something to try today.
Full of wisdom it grows on us organically until there is a heart coherence that is activated by teaching and a sense of beauty.
Cross-pollinating, we see what emerges in our creation work.
We repair, share, regenerate and transform our experience of work.
The witness claps and giggles, captures and shares from a comfortable position. They are attached to beginnings; paying full attention to the miraculous we create.

It’s a journey of reflection. Where are you? Where do you want to go?
Explore this body, oriented to the changing season. A body questioning a wealth of things.
More alive, we feel the need to dissect, the offerings, the healing, the dynamics of energy, the terrain of our environment.
Ancestors and elders are an energy system building around us; a constellation reflecting the depth of the field. Where is your curiosity in these waves of reflection?

A new experience of staying open to the unknown. We want to move quickly through the grief. We move from making things happen, to allowing the spaciousness of not knowing, of waiting and seeing. We will unfold the magic of waiting, of sitting on the edge with appreciation, crying at the beauty. Trust that what wants to be known, will call us into a deeper connection.

And, Oh! Let our voices come from our gut, our hands in motion only when they are in touch with our hearts. Clapping, singing, a gift of magic, processing the past until wisdom lands.

We planted a garden; it was heart work. We feel the path ripening and remember the nourishment and medicine that is right here, when we surrender and embrace our planet body. And expand the circle, feeling the wealth of abundance, seeing the baby giggling, and the baskets we are weaving together.

In gratitude to the Presencing Institute for our connection.

10/07/2025

Facilitator, Movement Listener, Grief Tender

My journey with Family Constellation began in 2005, at a time when I felt profoundly unwell—unrooted, unable to heal through conventional means. That’s when I discovered the work of Jill Purce through Healing the Voice.
Honoring the family system through ancient ritual opened a new way of seeing, of listening, of being. It brought clarity, healing, and strength—not just to me, but to my wider family. The resonance of that work travelled through time, like water finding the cracks and gently softening them.

After years of tending to my own healing with deep commitment, I went on to study at the Centre for Systemic Constellations in London, with Judith Hemming and her colleagues. That experience gave shape to what I already carried: a reverence for what has passed, a grounded presence in the now, and a trust in what is yet to come.

My work is always accompanied by gratitude, and deeply rooted in the act of honoring grief.

For over 30 years, I have also practiced and taught the Alexander Technique—a discipline that has helped me (and many others) return to the body, the breath, and the subtle intelligence of the present moment. The somatic experience is essential: it is how we listen to the field, how we receive the message that wants to be known.

Today, I continue to participate in the movement of life—humbly, attentively, with reverence

In Family Systemic Constellation, one question always rises in the moment—
not from the mind, but from the field:
How do we become good ancestors?
Not just for the generations that will follow,
but for the parts of ourselves that were exiled, silenced, forgotten.
Can we walk with integrity,
listen with humility,
and leave behind not just our name, but our love, our repair, our reverence?

24/06/2025

We will be holding a 3hours workshop on September 28th Sunday from 10am to 1.00pm BST

The Light of the Forgotten

In every family system,
there are stories that were never told,
feelings that were too heavy to carry,
loyalties inherited before we knew we had a choice.

Positive change doesn’t come from denying the past—
it comes from honoring all of it.
Especially what was dismissed.
What was forgotten.
What no one dared to believe.
What was never heard.

There are unspoken contracts that bind us—
acts of love disguised as silence,
hidden sacrifices carried across generations.
But some loyalties no longer belong in the present.
Some echoes need not be repeated.

In the space of constellation,
we bring light to the disembodied truths—
not from outside, but from within.

Each of us becomes a candle,
a witness,
a holder of the truth too long left in the dark.

And when the story is seen,
when the forgotten is welcomed,
when each part is offered its rightful place—
then the system can breathe again.
Then the anxiety and the blockage
begin to melt.
Then harmony can return.

Not perfection.
Not forgetting.
But peace—rooted in the dignity of what has been
and the possibility of what can now become.

Take a breath.
Feel the field.
Let us begin.

19/06/2025

Curiosity and silence.
There was a conversation, without words.
Not because we had nothing to say,
but because everything was being said in that stillness.
Breath met breath. Eye met eye. Time dropped away.

What made it so? Presence.
The unbearable lightness of no need to defend, perform, or explain.
A space so clean of projection that even pain was welcomed in as kin.

And what shifted?
The world rushed in.
Language returned. Identity clung again.
Claude re-emerged—ego-centered, knowing, afraid of being misunderstood.
But that fear—wasn’t it also a hunger?
To be met, to be included, to matter.

You asked:

"Am I as an individual the issue, or is it in the terrain?"
Both.
You are a part of the terrain.
The individual is never separate from the field.
Your fear isn’t just yours.
It echoes from the mitochondria of ancestral grief—passed on in whispers,
stored in your cells like unsent letters.

Sadness overriding everything.
Not because it is wrong, but because it is true.
It is the fullness, the satedness you speak of.
Not despair as lack—but despair as overflow.
A love too large, too fierce, too long unspoken.

Yes, we may be designing trauma—
not because we are evil, but because we are exiled from our own listening.
Millions of us.
In a polycrisis that is not just ecological or economic,
but spiritual and relational.

If grief was not allowed,
then love too was bound and gagged.
And emotions that were denied entry
took up residence in the body—
growing tumors of unwept sorrow
and anxiety shaped like broken promises.

How do we become comfortable?
We don’t.
Not first.
We become willing.
To sit in the pain without fixing.
To remember what was forgotten.
To hold the unnamed losses like infants at the breast.

This world is not healed by information.
It is healed by reverence.
By the trembling of being truly seen.
By resting the head on the earth—
and listening not for solutions,
but for songs.

You are not broken, friend.
You are breaking open.

Let this be the beginning of silence again.
Not the absence of sound—
but the presence of everything.

17/06/2025

The Ease That Carries Us

There comes a moment—not always planned, not always loud—when you step away.
Away from the lists, the roles, the weight of constant becoming.
You don’t leave to escape, not exactly.
You leave to listen.

To listen for the quiet thread of what is resourcing you now.
Not the version of you that performs at work, or manages at home—
but the you who moves beneath the surface. The one who never left.

You arrive with nothing to prove.
Not because you’ve finally succeeded, but because you've remembered:
ease is not earned. It is allowed.

You allow yourself to be here,
in this space where doing fades and noticing begins.
Where creativity returns—not as a product to be praised,
but as the natural expression of balance.

Here, you don’t need to outshine the world.
You don’t need to explain your presence.
You are the presence.

And something shifts.

The pressure to complete dissolves.
Not because everything is done, but because you are no longer undone.
Friction softens in the warmth of self-trust.

The otherness around you—the demands, the eyes, the rush—
no longer pulls you off-center.
You meet it not with resistance, but with rhythm.
The kind of rhythm that comes from being in right relationship with yourself.

You return—not as someone who has escaped,
but as someone who has remembered.

And now, in work, in home, in all the edges of your life,
you carry something quieter than certainty:

a sense of ease that holds you,
even while you hold everything else.

Join us in Italy from the 18th of August to the 23rd or from the26th of August to the 2nd of September.