Here we are, in an upstairs room at Oxford Playhouse: a circle of 20 adults, mostly women, and inside our circle are soft carpet, beanbags, babies. On our publicity is a delicate tissue-papercut of a pangolin, an endangered mammal, whose soft centre is protected by its scaly armoured back. ‘Fierce protection’ are the words chosen by one woman to describe her work … Read More
This is a tale of three statues, and the stories chiselled into them. It’s a personal story, and it is part of the reawakening of the power of the feminine; more hidden but no less important that the campaigns to bring equality to the workplace or the ballot box. One hundred years after getting the vote, women still have some … Read More
Sunday 11th March 2 – 5pm An experiential workshop as part of Oxford International Womens Festival. How differently might we feel as women (or about women) if we had a model of ultimate authority and goodness in female form? If we trusted that we could be both powerful and feminine? In this workshop we will take a guided journey with … Read More
The Day of the Dead Ceilidh The music is driving, the people young and old, with painted faces swirling, laughing. The lights are low, and candles in front of an altar flickering. On the altar are photographs of departed loved ones, flowers, fruit, bottles of beer. This could be Mexico. But it’s Oxford: Wolvercote Village Hall, to be precise. It’s … Read More
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I’ve just finalised the details of a new weekend course to share my work on how to create unique rituals and ceremonies for the child-bearing years. It will be 22nd to 23rd October 2016, at Shamanka School of Traditional Women’s Shamanism, near Sherborne in Dorset. Poster coming soon!
I have been sharing a little more widely my work with the Great Council of Grandmothers. Sometimes people ask me how I came to work with them. So, if you’re sitting comfortably, here is a story. Once upon a time, I fell in love with a yurt. It was an orange-painted, felt-lined Mongolian yurt . . . on Ebay. When … Read More
I walked back from the school run today with a friend who is a dog-owner. As we reached a slightly squashed dog poo, she paused and mused, “Ah. I’m not sure, but I think I’ll take responsibility for that one.” And she duly did the deed with the plastic bag. What I want to share today is a practice that … Read More