To be fully alive.

This is the thread that runs through everything I teach.

To be here, in a body. To have access to our instincts and intelligence, our pleasure and creativity, our capacity to love and relate and make things and change our minds. To be able to meet the beauty of life without armouring against it, and the suffering in life without being destroyed by it.

I am interested in women becoming more themselves.

Not better behaved. Not chasing healing. Not perfectly regulated or spiritually evolved.

More free.

I have spent most of my life studying what brings us back to ourselves.

For a long time, I explored this primarily through the body. Yoga. Meditation. Energetics. Bodywork. Herbs. The practices and traditions that taught me to become quiet enough to notice what was actually happening underneath all the noise. I believe deeply in practice. But these days my dojo has gotten bigger. I want to know what it means to inhabit ourselves not only on the mat, or in meditation, but in the places where life actually happens.

In sex and relationship.

In birth and motherhood.

In our relationship with nature and whatever we call the sacred.

In creativity, work, and money.

In the moments where we are certain, and the ones where we have absolutely no fucking idea. Because I don’t think the point of spiritual practice is to become very good at spiritual practice.

I think it is to become more available to life.

The body has always been my way in.

We live in a culture that has become extraordinarily good at thinking about the body.

Tracking it. Diagnosing it. Optimising it. Improving it. Regulating it. Women especially are always trying to dominate their bodies.

We know more about ourselves scientifically than perhaps any generation before us and yet I am not convinced we necessarily know ourselves any better.

There are other kinds of intelligence.

Sensation. Instinct. Desire. Intuition. Rhythm. Relationship.

The things we know because we are living them rather than because someone has explained them to us.

I don’t think the body is an infallible oracle. I don’t think every feeling is truth. But I do think we have dramatically underestimated the intelligence available to us when we learn how to actually inhabit ourselves.

And for women in particular, I think this really matters.

And then there is the sacred.

I have studied spiritual traditions for decades. I love them. I owe much of what I understand about practice to them. And I have questions.

Many of the maps we have inherited were made by men, through male bodies, in cultures and contexts very different to our own.

I don’t think that makes them irrelevant. I just don’t think they are the only maps we are allowed to make.

I want a spirituality capacious enough for the female body.

For blood and sex and birth and menopause.

For ambition.

For rage and pleasure.

For friendship and marriage and motherhood.

For the school run.

For lying under a tree.

I don’t think the sacred is somewhere else.

No one owns God. Life is the practice.

My work

Right now, there are a few ways to work with me.

Elemental Vehicle is a series of live immersions exploring embodiment and Eros, union, and nature magic. These run throughout the year. You can join the waitlist for the next round.

Rest Club is where we practise together regularly - Yin, meditation, embodiment and the important work of returning to ourselves, learning to feel, learning to listen.

Shaping the Vessel is where I work with women bringing their own work into the world - it’s all about business, creativity, visibility, money and making ideas real.

Birth Magic is my work around birth as an embodied threshold and the transition into motherhood.

They may look like quite different subjects. To me, they’re not. They’re all asking some variation of the same question:

Can you stay with yourself here, through all that will be asked of you, and not lose yourself?