"Applying Spiritual Intelligence to Everyday Life"

Intuitive healing, readings and teaching for soulful living

The voice of the heart

Posted on Aug 10, 2016 in Healing

True voiceDo you like the sound of your own voice? So many of my clients tell me that they hate the way they sound when they speak, and some can’t even bear to listen to themselves at all. Add to that the fact that for a majority of women the throat chakra is often the one most in need of healing and it’s easy to glimpse the untapped potential in the voice.

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Call of Sophia

Posted on Jul 28, 2016 in Poetry

Call of Sophia

I hear it often before I feel it – a low unrelenting hum
That arrests and strains me towards it, yearning to catch
The rhythm and pulse in my heart and womb.
My breath becomes the refrain of Her call.

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Holding Inanna’s hand – embracing menopause

Posted on Jul 19, 2016 in Healing, Spiritual living

Embracing menopauseI’ve been consistent in writing articles for my blog and recording videos for a few years now, but just recently you may have noticed that I haven’t been so active recently (or maybe that’s just my social media ego hoping)! After a couple of false starts where the words simply weren’t flowing, or I felt I really didn’t have anything worthwhile to share, I decided to leave it for a while.

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Timing and intention

Posted on Jun 9, 2016 in Spiritual living

At home in the forestUranus has been sitting in the sign of Aries for a few years now, and I’m an Aries – just in case you were wondering at the level of change that seems (paradoxically) to be the only long term certainty in my life! Welcome to my world; which is enormous fun and tremendously exciting, even with the scariness that only occasionally nibbles lightly at my adventurous spirit.

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Eternal flame

Posted on Apr 21, 2016 in Poetry

Goddess of the hearthSomeone has smoored the fire, apart from my tending.
A pale and creeping chill has shawled my shoulders,
Infringing my dulled heart and labouring belly.
I yearn for the leaping flame, the heat-blushed cheek,
And the charged crackle of life-affirming burn.
I want anything, nothing, anything but to cradle this cold.
My instinct to distraction.

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