Biodynamic Cranio Sacral Therapy with Sophie

02/01/2026

May we see with mountains

May we feel with birds, ants and butterflies

May we flow with rivers

May we swim with salmon, tuna, trout, monkfish

May we sense with fungi and their mycelium

May we smell with deers

May we listen with foxes

May we pause with grey herons

May we taste the sun with daisies, dandelions and nettles

May we love with swans

I stood on my father’s shoulders to climb you for the first time Puy de Pariou, but in this cosmic web you’re my great great great great ….. grand father and I’m standing on your shoulders now. You’re said to be ‘dormant’ but that doesn’t mean you’re not alive. You breathe and are breathed just like all of us on Earth.

Deeply, oh so deeply grateful for your continued massive presence, for your beauty, your majesty, your wisdom reminding me not to forget my place in the web of life but also to continue to lean towards and let go to forces way beyond my understanding.

A volcano is born of an eruption, a crater its visible birth scar, healed after thousands of years, a fertile terrain for much life to burst forth.

What year shall we birth dear ones?

What will support healing? What will we plant and help to take shape?

I wish for you that it at least be filled with love and wonder, fodder for a wild vision of a future in harmony with each other and all.
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26/12/2025

Hiking among the volcanoes of central France.

No words

22/12/2025

Solstice blessings to you all ✨🌞

Here is an exploration around decolonising health for Health with a capital ‘H’ to prevail. An invitation to reflect on what we wish our world to become in the dark, fertile womb time of this Winter Solstice.

An excerpt:
“Rather than continuing to participate in a general dismemberment experiment, true healing would remember us back into nature's rhythms, already within us, rocking us since conception.

Holding and sensing the serpentine embryonic rhythms of the fluid body consistently reminds me that we belong to nature, that we internally sing her melodies and dance to her tempo. Resetting these biodynamics, these dynamics of life reharmonises us with the fabric of life and the tapestry of the living.

Can we pause in the restorative pool of the darkest time of the year and let it nourish our souls with its medicine away from this world on fire?

Like a return to the womb, touching the 'everything is possible' impulse stirring this creative matrix. To breathe in, take a long inhale and in filling in, sensing, realising the possibility of expansion, of renewal, of change that will drive us all into Spring again.

Wintering now for what kind of Spring?

Decolonising ultimately means to find oneself again and plant oneself in the community of the living again, nourishing and nourished by a revitalised land.

For what's the point of healing if it's to continue to serve a modern world that further detaches and wrenches us away from our true nature and creates ill health and disease in the process. Restoring health means restoring ourselves in nature.”

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03/12/2025

Holding embryonic rhythms with my hands, my whole body attunes to another life embedded in layers of presence, absence, history, relationships known and unknown, visible and invisible at the micro and macro levels of being.

When we’re sensing concomitantly and interconnecting as our life forces potentise and vitality expresses more easily and powerfully, inhabiting a body is a humbling experience of pure wonderment and JOY!

I love this craniosacral work ✨

15/11/2025

Singing for change at the Global March for Climate today

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14/11/2025

09/11/2025

It’s been a while since I wrote a blog post for mycraniosacrallife.com and am delighted and honoured to have fellow BCST practitioner and teacher Margaret Rosenau of the Colorado School of Inner Health as a prime contributor.

I talk about the intricacies of fluids and tissues in craniosacral practice. How they interlace and create the highly potent communication and protection network of our fascia.

I also ask whether, in the broader context of today’s world, leaning back into this tender fluid mesh can be akin to making sanctuary?

Read this and more and I look forward to your feedback.

Here is an excerpt:

Some time ago I heard myself saying to a client “The tenderness of fluids is always there”. These words flowed out of my inner well like water and it’s when I was speaking them that I sensed the scope of their meaning. Like a call and response chant I noticed my fluid body dwell in the soft, trusting leaning of these words. I held this client’s settling into their tender wrapping of the fluids.

I use the word tender here for kind and soft but also for the exquisitely intricate mesh of our fascia, this ultra sensorially alive and moist suit protecting all our organs; a whole body ‘architecture’ (Levin, Van der Wal) which spells the flexibility, ease and vitality of our physical and emotional bodies in constant flux.

Some time ago I heard myself saying to a client “The tenderness of fluids is always there”. These words flowed out of my inner well like water and it’s when I was speaking them that I sensed the scope of their meaning. Like a call and response chant I noticed my fluid body dwell in the soft, t...

09/11/2025

I wrote about the tenderness of fluids in this blog post (https://www.mycraniosacrallife.com/single-post/the-tenderness-of-fluids) for mycraniosacrallife.com, an internal safe haven when we feel it and can stay there, a place of restoration and transformation, from which we can relate, notice, intertwine and sense, perceive, differently. A “miracling point” as John Moriarty says.

With gratitude to for her contribution

Here is an excerpt:
What if tender was a path to dwell in Nigerian philosopher Bayo Akomolafé’s ‘cracks’, these places of ‘fugitivity’ where we can make sanctuary away from the dehumanising calamities of the ‘house of modernity’(Andreotti, 2017), beneath the social and political tyrannical trappings of our times, beneath the turmoils of this mortal coil to bask in a posthumanist bath where our bodies are floating ‘panels’ of creative communication with all there is in Earth’s fluid field, our second womb? Where our bodies are nodes of an Earthwide multispecies ‘mycelium’.

Earth mirrors this tenderness for us to behold in so many wondrous ways. I live in Ireland, a land where fluid changes mean many rainbows which bridge the in-between, the ‘crack’ between rain and sun with a full spectrum of colours. Rainbows are considered a gateway to the Otherworld in Irish folklore, a path for souls to travel to the afterlife. Could they also point to an other world than the one we may mistakenly consider to be the only living reality there is?

Irish philosopher John Moriarty compares the shape-shifting qualities of water to our ability to step into another reality, by transforming our perception: “When, in our world, the temperature drops below freezing point, very surprising things happen. Water, even where it is fluent or turbulent, turns to ice. Instead of rain we get snow. In damp houses, frost flowers bloom on the window panes. The moisture in our breath condenses in the air before us. But, as there is freezing point in the world, so is there a miracling point. People, usually people who meditate and pray, come unexpectedly into it. In the end they live from it, and then they don’t even need to perform miracles, miracles simply happen in their presence.” (What the Curlew Said, 2007)

03/11/2025

Such a magical, beautifully soulful ceremony to scatter Manchán’s ashes at Uisneach

Thank you 🙏🏻💚 Such a blessing for the thousands present there

30/10/2025

“We cannot think Nature, it has to be felt, to think it is to forget it.” Orland Bishop

22/10/2025

How does Hawthorn medicine interweave with these two wondrous beings: Franklyn Sills and Manchán Magan?

I wrote this piece a few days ago on my patreon platform and decided to share it here today:

“In the past ten days, I attended one funeral and watched a memorial service online for two exceptional beings who, each in their own unique ways, left indelible marks in their fields of excellence and in all their relationships.
Both shared a magnificently relentless drive. “

You can read it in full here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/141426218?utm_campaign=postshare_creator

13/08/2025

Paying tribute to a giant in the field of biodynamic craniosacral therapy or craniosacral biodynamics as he called his practice.

Franklyn Sills died yesterday. He was an outstanding man, practitioner, teacher and author who seemed to work and live through this deep listening practice. I was lucky enough to attend a five day postgrad seminar held at the Karuna Institute which he and his first wife Maura Sills founded in Devon.

I remember the demos between him and his second wife, Cherionna Menzam Sills, also a BCST and my supervisor for many years. The spaciousness, the potency, what we call Long Tide, a slow rhythm of inhale and exhale that is everywhere in the natural world settling in the whole room. And the Stillness ✨thick and palpable.

All of us attendees received a session each time these two worked on each other. It was incredible.

I remember his lightness (he was a Qi Gong and Tai Chi practitioner too and had once been a Buddhist monk), his wonderful childlike smile with sparkling eyes, his passion for and devotion to craniosacral biodynamics. He wrote many books and the seminar I attended was named after one of them: Being and Becoming.

He greatly influenced the development of the biodynamic craniosacral field coining terms like the ‘holistic shift’, and way before others centering the quality of this whole person-centred practice on establishing a safe ‘relational field’ between client and practitioner.

He was a master, truly, and will be dearly missed by our whole community. May he rest in peace and may his beautiful legacy continue to flourish.

✨Thank you Franklyn Sills ✨