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I don’t paint places.I paint the feeling of being there. Sunshine on the water, hidden streets, pizza cafés, evening walks, sleeping dogs and colours too beautiful to forget. These are the Rome pieces in my Travel Postcards series.

The beginning,  the middle,  the centre – starts only with a few. Four for the root chakra depiction, the beginning needs a stable base.Life starts with only a few people in your life, those who an infant self needs for the survival. A few needs, possessions, abilities.The circle widens, the petals adding – experiences, places,

When we meditate, the mind loves to wander — it drifts, curls, stretches, just like a curious little cat.That’s why a focal point matters. It’s the soft anchor that brings us home. My meditation cats are always gazing upward. Their attention is steady, simple, and wholehearted.This is the essence of meditation: choosing one thing —

The shadows gather up and thin the veil…The eyes of storm rip heart’s defiant silence,I burn and rise again to tell the tale. As night is dark and dawn beyond is pale,I melt into your arms, this body’s mine to travel –The shadows gather up and thin the veil. I take on promises and vows

Settling in for a cover on a busy Thursday night class, I meet with the most amazing people. Additionally, I’m getting to know the class and the students. This marks the start of Yoga Lessons, with a gentle and nurturing rhythm. Additionally, Tuesday lunchtime Yoga begins with a gentle and nurturing rhythm. Moreover, I am