What can we learn by observing others communicate or relate, leaving the trace of a story arch as testament to something having happened. And what "Others" are good to observe? A group of workshop participants recently appropriated the invitation to observe and explore the question in both verbal and non verbal ways. The Other in…Read more Communicating Vessels
The Rainy months of Spring are a reminder that the elements are in constant négociation. The Earth absorbing the water, the water finding its way down into the water table. While the sky breaks open and torrential rains fall, the earth yields, receiving. And soon from the earth against all odds, the seed that has…Read more Give Receive
An opportunity to share Nature the Arts within's working approach came my way recently at an unusual Parisian spot dedicated to creative self exploration. Seymour+, a sprawling loft studio space located in the 10th arrondissement, and its director Melissa Unger, graciously accommodated me as I invested the 5 interactive rooms to facilitate a playful workshop…Read more Pop up Gardens
A cloudy Parisian sky greets the day..but there are colours to feed our longing for full garden planters or the meadows of woodland blooms that Springtime announces. An Holi inspired expression of joy to coax the sun out from behind the grey sky-cloak keeps a group of women going for a short pre-work chilly morning hour,…Read more Spring Equinox
Rain rain go away, come again another day. Or maybe not. The next time it rains, why not put away your umbrella for a moment. Lift your head to the sky. Feel the light drops of rain on the surface of your skin. Are they delicate or cold? Are they startling or familiar? Where is…Read more Mud meditations
A splendid occasion for discovering the underside of mushrooms, mycelium, the internet of the earth, where communication and connection occur deep in the soil between fungi and plant species. What can we humans learn from the experience of slowing down to "root growth" speed to reconnect to each Other?
I had the wonderful opportunity to celebrate a special event with a few very young women recently, investigating aromatic plants and aromatherapy. The excitement was as palpable as the perfumes that lingered in the Saint Germain neighbourhood flat, infusing the winter day with an added sense of expectation.
I wandered lonely as a cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on…Read more A host of golden daffodils