August Reflections

I am sitting in the garden, the sun is warming me through, a gentle breeze is blowing; more weather in the mid-twenties to thirties is forecast. We have a hosepipe ban. Despite this, there is a leak in the village and although the authorities have been notified, water is causing a flowing cascade in the… Continue reading August Reflections

A short memoir of movement and writing: Feldenkrais with writing

When I was between nine and eleven years old I wanted to go to dance classes. I didn’t know of any in my narrow world lived within a new build estate. My life consisted of going to school, playing on the estate with a neighbouring friend or two, visiting my grandparents and reading books from… Continue reading A short memoir of movement and writing: Feldenkrais with writing