Memories from my Mind’s Eye

I have a memory as a very young girl, walking into a beautiful candy store somewhere when my family was on holiday. It had a black and white checkered floor, a robin’s egg blue and cherry red colour palate, big windows with heavy curtains, victorian lamps and the smell of warm sugar on the air. Read more about Memories from my Mind’s Eye[…]

On the other side of birth

You have arrived on the other side of birth. It’s the golden hour and it’s trauma. It looks different for us all, but regardless this initiation comes with blood, sweat and tears. There is an overload of information coming at you through the filter of an institution or someone else’s experience. It is not a Read more about On the other side of birth[…]