Musings, Personal Practice

The Art of Vulnerability

Today I heard myself telling someone that I had not made my own work for 10 years, only moments later I wanted to shout ‘THIS SIMPLY ISNT TRUE!’ because it isn’t! I have MADE lots of my own work over the past ten years BUT I have not exhibited it – and therein lies the difference.

10 years ago – my subject matter was exactly the same as it is today. My work is about being vulnerable. It is about being human. It is an exploration of the human condition – an exploration of MY human condition and it is truly autoethnographic in nature. We are all humans, we are all trying our best to live this thing we call life and we are all going about it with our own complicated set of issues, foibles, wonderings and interactions or reactions to and with the rest of the world.

I stopped exhibiting my own work partly because I no longer wanted to be labelled a ‘freak’. I felt like a freak – for putting the personal into the public, for daring to tell the world how I was feeling about things in my life, I felt like a freak because I didn’t see anyone else struggling to hold it all together so I decided to grow up and stop letting any of it bother me. I decided to put my practice on a shelf, make it neat and tidy and consumer friendly, all the while feeling a little bit as though I had lost my precious artistic soul somewhere along the way.

A little while back I went to the Alina Szapocznikow: Human Landscapes opening night at The Hepworth Wakefield and the show hit me right in the heart centre. As I wandered around taking it all in I saw my own oeuvre If I’d have had the courage to create it. Her work was just like mine. Explorations of the female form – of HER female form, creations made as a way of her dealing with her own tragedies, her own experiences. Creations that perhaps on first glance make no sense to the viewer but that you could very easily weave your own meanings inside of should you so choose to. As I left the exhibition I vowed to myself that I would once again become an Artist. It was who I was born to be. And now, finally – some 10 years after shelving my public practice I am back once again.

I no longer care if you think my work is strange, self-indulgent or simply senseless tripe. I am making it for me – because without it I am empty. I was born to create, I was born to take my mistakes, my misconceptions, my human-ness and transmute it all into art. It’s a beautiful thing to once again find that my own opinion is really the only one that truly matters. Obviously, I would like other people to be able to relate, I would like for other people to walk among my works and find themselves in there too – because my work is about a human life that is lived – and where there are humans there are shared experiences. I don’t doubt this for one second. However – as an artist – I am not making my work for you. I’m making it because I need to. I need my practice and my practice needs me.

This year I realised something. I truly believe that in order to find inner contentedness, or even the other thing I have often sought (or at least mused upon my confusion about) within my work  – ‘True Love’ will never find you until you are truly ready for them and the only way a person will ever be ready for these things is by becoming whole all by themselves first. You have to put the work in in order to self actualise. Life is not handed to you on a plate – you need to be the person you were born to be. And I was born to be an artist. My life is in my work and I no longer care if this is viewed as ‘odd’, it is not ‘odd’ to me. It is Art. The Art of Vulnerability and it is my exploration of being human. A glimpse into my journey of Becoming. For I am en route to becoming my best self and this body of work will document and explore that becoming.


24 negative patterns, behaviours or beliefs that I hold that  I feel are holding me back will be being transmuted over the next 24 months. For one month at a time I will ‘recycle’ one negative pattern, behaviour or belief that I identified as ‘getting in the way’ of me being my best self when I took part in the Hoffman Process in September of 2017 and a body of work will be created around this journey.

Pattern number one I am working with is ‘Crossing/creating boundaries’ and will be exhibited as part of the Thresholds: The Adjacent Possible exhibition in February 2018 at the Tapestry, Liverpool with the Not Just Collective.

There is also a call for Artists – do you have a connection to Liverpool? The deadline is Friday 22nd December 2017.

Artists are invited to respond to themes of borders, barriers, doorways and liminality. Work confirmed so far takes inspiration from urban development and the cultural exchange resulting from Liverpool’s role as a port. Also considered are thresholds that are less-than-tangible – social, political and spiritual – and the well-established or newly-born practices and rituals that may develop during times of transition.

Work in any media will be considered. Please email Nicola Roscoe-Calvert at with:

  • Details of the proposed work, including medium and dimensions (where possible)
    • Images of the work, or previous work if not yet completed
    • Any other supporting information you feel may be relevant

About us:
Not Just Collective are a group of artists and creative practitioners based in, or connected to, the Liverpool area. The collective’s first exhibition was in January 2013 at Domino Gallery, Liverpool, and since then we have continued to grow, holding exhibitions in galleries and non-traditional spaces across the region, including Camp and Furnace, Arena Gallery, the Williamson Tunnels, and a terraced house in L8. The group is diverse, consisting of artists with varying levels of experience, and working in a range of disciplines. Because of this, we are held together not by common practice, but by a common aim to support and promote the development of art in Liverpool and the wider region.




Have you ever really watched a Seahorse move?

Have you ever really watched how a seahorse moves?

One of the most beautiful things about being an artist is that at some point you realise that you have this incredible knack for REALLY looking at things. I study everything – and most of the time I don’t even realise I’m doing it until afterwards when I realise I’ve been inspired. Earlier in the week I went over to Ireland to visit with my dad and my family. While we were there we took my nephews to an aquarium. As we stood near one of the giant tanks I felt my mood drop dramatically and I turned to my dad and told him how sad it was making me feel to see how clearly depressed many of the animals were. The giant turtle was repeatedly head-butting the wall and the sharkes all had this vacant look in their eyes as they slowly glided around in circles. Yet, in other tanks the colours and shapes of the various creatures were vibrant and interestering, puffer fish were truly beautiful and the way the seahorses moved was mesmerising.

I was constantly mentally kicking myself for not bringing my sketchbook. I was dying to capture their majesty except my camera was not doing it justice.

I noticed then (being the unabashedly deep thinker that I am) that the aquarium could be a total metaphor for human life and my dad completely agreed with me. For all of these radiant creatures when out in the wild are JUST like humans who are completely connected to their spirits. Following their intuition, soaring free, experiencing LIFE as it happens. Yet the animals trapped inside the tanks – well – they are just like the humans who are not connected, the ones who continue daily to struggle against the current, the ones who complain and moan about how the world is doing them no favours (and I’m not for a moment saying that the world is not harsh – TRUST ME – I know full well that it is and it can be – but when we are not connected we are just like the animals who live in captivity. We may be safe – but we are NOT truly experiencing life. We are still beautiful majestic creatures – but we are not truly free.

And although I loathed and detested seeing animals stuck in captivity – a terrible irony struck me – I’d probably have never have been able to see how them seahorses moved so magically without them having been in a tank. I heard myself justifying something I felt was unjustifiable – in some bizarre turn of events and probably because I always try to find some good in every situation I decided that  perhaps those animals in captivity do serve a purpose – they teach us about the world that is out there. They remind us of the duality ever present in our world. They teach us about what humanity is doing with pollution and captivity and all of the other abject horrors we inflict on the earth yet also show us the poignant beauty that is ever present all around us – if we only take the time to really look.

My day in the aquarium reminded me that life is about living in balance. Learning to be content within this crazy thing we call a human life. Embrace the crap even if its hard to swallow and pretty ugly – it is what it is – yet if you can – do what you can to make the world a better place but NEVER forget to find and really enjoy the beauty.

Musings, Personal Practice

Semi colons, situations and surviving Samsara

Semi colons, situations and surviving Samsara

When I was 18 years old I was suffering from a rather horrible bout of situational depression – although I didn’t actually realise it at the time (because I didn’t actually know what ‘depression’ was or how it was caused or even why) so I hardly talked to anyone about it because it just seemed so wierd, so unexplainable and so confusing…

This situational depression however brought on an existential crisis. It was – in hindsight a blessing disguised as a curse – as I tend now to view all of life’s lessons that turn up at my door – there is meaning and growth to be found in every situation if you allow yourself to look for it.

Anyway – for anyone who has never experienced one of these and if one does arrive for you in the future – my advice to you is this –

  • Make your own meaning
  • Find your own purpose
  • And I guarantee – in time – the veil of fog will lift and the world before you will be brighter and more beautiful then you can ever imagine possible – Once you get to the other side that is! You will see it as my dad calls it – a “break through” even though at the time it may feel like a “break down”.

Anyway I digress… Yes, so – I was down in the dumps and my life lacked meaning…

What’s the point?

Why do I exist?

Why can’t I just fade away into the darkness and sleep forever more?

Everything seemed so gray, so tasteless and so horribly HORRIBLY dull!
Thankfully however – synchronicity turned up and brought me something truly beautiful at EXACTLY the time it was needed.

I went to Art College and I met an Artist Teacher (who I’m glad to say is now – some 16 years later one of my truest and closest friends and who is referred to as ‘The Cabbage Shirted Teacher in much of my writings).

This teacher inspired me.

This teacher had also struggled and grappled with feelings similar to my own.

This teacher sat me down one day when I had confessed my feelings of self loathing and told me that when he was about my age he had felt the same way and he asked me if I thought that he should have allowed his life to slip away from him.

“NO!!!” I cried.

“Definitely not!!!” I exclaimed.

“You are too important to me, to the world, to your students!!!!! YOU definitely needed to live!!!!”
“Well now” he said in a calm and quiet tone. “Wouldn’t you like to be able to sit in this chair one day?” He then asked me tenderly.

“Wouldn’t you like to be able to give this gift that I get to have right now – to yourself and to someone else one day?”
“What do you mean?” I asked with tear stained cheeks feeling utterly bewildered and baffled.
“when you get to my age – you will feel completely different. I guarantee it, though I know it doesn’t feel that way right now.”
“You will find your purpose and you will find your peace.”
“Life will still have ups and downs – I’m not saying it won’t – but one day if you work at it your good days will far out number the bad, life will have meaning and it will make sense and then you’ll be able to give this gift to one of your own students for you will know exactly what they are going through because you will have been there in the past yourself – and trust me – it’s a fabulous gift to be able to give”
That gift is the gift of hope.

And hope does not live in the land of despair.
That conversation was the seed to wellness. It gave me courage, determination and a will to survive and hopefully, quietly and secretly I allowed myself to dare to dream that one day I would thrive. That conversation sparked a fire deep within my joyless soul. That gift helped me see that someone else had felt like I felt and that they had definitely gotten through it and I knew this because that person was someone who I loved and admired and respected deeply.

That person was the person I knew that I wanted to be someday.
I remember everything viscerally about that moment in time. the dark room we were sat in, the smell of the art materials – the burning wood, the sawdust, the paint fumes, that distinct smell that graphite emits… I remember the feel of the mottled blue plastic chairs we were sat upon, the sounds of power tools, the lulling of the radio in the background,  shouting voices all around…

The look of his big black notebook stuffed full of bits of paper, my brown sketchbook, my inner life hidden within its pages…

WELL – Just before I left for India – I got to have that exact same conversation with one of my own students. He was of a similar age to what I was when I had my own crisis of meaning and as he sat in front of me and told me how he wanted to end it all, how he’d had enough of life, as he sat shaking, eyes filled with anger and rage and confusion I realised that that great moment was now upon me and this ripple of serenity washed over my body.

I took a deep breath as I saw myself for a brief moment sitting across from myself in that room once again, sat, so unsure of myself on that blue mottled chair.
It was then that I told him about my own conversation with that inspiring teacher all those years ago and then I asked him if he thought I should have allowed my own life to slip away when I was his age

“NO!!” he cried.

“Don’t be silly!” he exclaimed.

“You’re too special, we need you! The world needs you, you’re so positive, so happy, you make us laugh and smile!!!”
“Well” I said empathically,

“One day, how wonderful do you think it’s going to feel when you get the chance to sit in this chair?”

He looked at me confused, I saw disbelief and disillusionment in his eyes and then I swore to him I had done the exact same thing when I was 18.  After this we went quiet,  turned pensive just as I had done all those years ago with my own tear stained cheeks.

And then I lifted my hair and explained the tattoo on the back of my neck.
A semi colon is used sometimes instead of a full stop. When an author COULD choose to end a sentence but instead decides to simply have a brief pause and then continue. YOU are the author and that sentence is your life ;


One of my friends pointed out that this painting (acrylics and inks) looks like a minion! hahaha

Musings, Personal Practice

Mahadevas, Kali’s, Taras and true inner peace!

Mahadevas, Kali’s, Taras and true inner peace!
If you’ve known me for a while – or perhaps even if you haven’t – you may have noticed that my thoughts, beliefs, ideas – about spirituality/ the human condition/ education / art / whatever else I’m interested in tend to be rather fluid…
As in – Once I have gained new knowledge or insights – if they ring true – I assimilate them into my belief system and my entire outlook on life changes – sometimes within a mere moment…

I personally like this about myself – I don’t think being easily influenced is necessarily a bad thing – there’s a difference between easily influenced and easily led and I like being open minded and I like “growing” myself – though I know to others it can seem “wishy washy and frustrating” at times BUT I genuinely don’t care!
My ideas and beliefs in regard to spirituality have chopped and changed quite a lot over the past few weeks while here in India.  I’ve learned so much – and I’ve discovered so many ancient ideas about life are so very similar to my own inner philosophies.
Only a few weeks into my trip I had decided I was definitely a devotee of Shiva – I do believe that there is a bigger “superconciousness” that is within and above everything in creation (I used to name this as Panentheism – which I discovered when doing my BA dissertation on Tracey Emin – she called herself a Pantheist and introduced me to the philosophies of Spinoza.

However – I also completely believe in the power of the mind to be able to tap into this essence IF we are working at the right frequency.

While still in India however – I realised that at that moment – due to current life situations, stresses and what not – I was not working at that right frequency and that was why I had jumped so gung ho to the ‘grasping’ at Lord Shiva – a few days later when the Shiva euphoria had subsided – I realised I would not be becoming a Shiva-ite any time soon. Though I respect and am glad that the concept of “Shiva” had appeared in my life.

I will always love the concept of Shiva but I won’t be putting “Shiva” at the centre of my world…
Many of the people on my yoga course talked at the closing ceremony about how they had never been spiritual before and visiting India had changed that. It had opened their eyes to new world’s, new ways of being, new ways of seeing.
I’ve been “spiritual” thought NOT RELIGIOUS my whole life. I can FEEL that I have a soul and it feels delightful to be touched so deeply by life. And since the age of 15/16 I’ve knew about and wanted to reach Samadhi – it is an incredibly good feeling knowing that I am getting closer to this each and every single day.

So – as again – depending how well you know me – you may have heard me say this several times too:


“A book has changed my thinking!”-  or rather, as happens usually – a book has confirmed my own inherent beliefs. Ones I had always felt inside but didn’t know about any other philosophies or schools of thought that could back them up. That would enable me to fully trust my own judgement – why had I never fully trusted my own judgement before? Why for so long did I not allow myself to listen to my own wisdom?
THAT IS until I read a book about the ten Mahavidyas!!!! 😍 😍 😍 😍 – “Tantric visions of the divine feminine” by David Kinsley.  I encourage ANYONE with an interest in tantra/spirituality/eastern philosophies or even feminism/judgement of self/the other – from a spiritual slant – to have a read!!!
This book not only helped me to realise that I don’t need or actually want to spend my life worshipping Shiva and visiting temples or doing pujas (though I do love a bit of mantra chanting and I’m a big fan of knowing all about and making Yantras – but I can do these Sadhana’s alone and through my practice).

This book – having turned up at the right time also helped me to realise that ME – EXACTLY as I am, EXACTLY how I “be” in the world – with all of my flaws and inconsistencies is 100% absolutely divine.  Just like the whole of life and the whole of the universe and the whole of everything else held within it!

As it is!

And I don’t think that was actually the authors intent upon writing – he was just cataloguing the myths and legends and explaining the meanings behind the ten mahavidyas – ten goddesses that are misunderstood by the West, ten goddesses who don’t fit into the usual framework of ‘Hinduism’.  These goddesses are not married, they are not mothers, they do not “keep peace” in the universe… These 10 goddesses shake things up a bit and Kali is considered and evidenced in the stories to be more powerful than “Shiva”…
So – where I’m going is here – The Buddha was right – self realisation IS the key to happiness.

BUT yoga was right too – for yoga not only means union and excellence in all actions – it also means consistency.

Consistently being TRUE to your own self.
The Buddha was consistently peaceful and compassionate, Shiva was consistently the destroyer and slayer of unconciousness – he was not compassionate like the Buddha by ANY stretch.
And I am consistently inconsistent!
And within that inconsistency is the dichotomy I always used to grapple with…

On one hand I’m a deeply spiritual person who wants the world to live in peace with conpassion and harmony – but also I am a super passionate, hedonistic crazy, childlike hyperactive fool!

And these two opposing parts of my being used to REALLY get on my nerves! I was always frustrated that I couldn’t just choose a side! But now, I am not only at peace with who I am –  I have not only accepted who I am but I have also embraced it. I have realised that it is absolutely GLORIOUS to be both introverted and extraverted. It is absolutely DIVINE being able to connect with children and disappear into imagination land to slay dragons and ride on magic carpets – Yet also be able to be humbled by nature, to be able to sit quietly all day, taking in the majesty of the world.

I’m no longer interested in trying to become someone I am not. I’m childish and I’m deep. I’m passionate and I’m profound. I’m working class and I’m a weird artist who spends her days painting and singing show tunes. I am ME. 🙂

I’m ready to just live my life, pursue my interests, enjoy my bad self as the ever changing divine mess that I am. Because life is too short for worrying, life is too short for sadness and life is too short for judgements and recriminations. Within everything bad there is also good – you just need to know how to find it.
The other day a vegan friend of mine posted something on Facebook about how some people “claim” to be spiritual but then eat animals and animal products like they actually just don’t care.

I found the meme funny and she quizzed me on whether I was ACTUALLY a vegan.  I responded saying that I was not (I do tend to eat only plant based foods when I’m living in my good place), I explained that I used to be and that I do know all about the horrific meat and dairy industry but that my own consumption of all foods/beverages over the past few years – WHEN NOT IN MY PATTERNS – was done consciously and mindfully and I stated that I believed everyone should do as their own hearts tell them to.

But if one is claiming to be spiritual it would be nice to think that they were concious of what they are consuming, where it came from and to genuinely appreciate and give thanks to all involved in its production.
One of her friends who I’ve never met proceeded to tell me that anyone who consumes animals or their products (milk/cheese/yogurt) whether “consciously or unconsciously” is inherently evil.
Several years ago I would have took that statement to heart and I would have had an internal battle over it as I did do frequently when changing from vegan to veggie to “concious consumer” back to vegan/veggie etc etc… In a circle because at the time I just couldn’t for the life of me figure out who I was!
I also have friends who still have those internal battles…
“I want to be a good human being and I want to drink milk and occasionally have a steak… But I KNOW the animal industry is bad… I know veganism is better for the animals… YET I also know deep down inside that I am NOT Satan incarnate and I’m pretty sure that I am not inherently evil even though I knowingly choose to eat the flesh of an animal who is already dead or I knowingly drink a mango lassi or have a pizza with cheese… Seriously? Am I going to hell for choosing this?????”

AAAAAH – QUEUE the over thinking monkey mind of the growing individual.
But then what if another voice pipes up – what if you allow your own inner wisdom to have a word. If you did perhaps it would speak as follows as mine now tends to do:

I know that my karma is not going to be incredibly bad if I have some chicken with my dinner, I thank the animals for giving up their lives and  I don’t eat them very often if I am the one cooking and when I do – these days I do generally have peace in my heart.  I am stupidly grateful for what goes in my mouth and I savour it. Truly. I don’t allow myself to feel bad any more. And is that really wrong? Surely we should all just do what  is right for us and let everyone else do the same?

You worry about your karma and I’ll worry about mine. Life is far to short in my opinion to spend it angry over what someone else puts into their mouth.
So when this person facetiously told me to “enjoy my karma!” after I had sincerely told her that I hoped one day she would find peace in her heart because I know 100% that I  – a person she has NEVER met – am not inherently evil and her vitriol would therefore have no impact whatsoever upon my life.

I stated that I most certainly would enjoy my karma – because I’ve FINALLY realised something fabulous deep inside about “who I am” and my spiritual path/place in the world and this book has just reaffirmed it.
Especially when I read about a concept called “left handed” tantra! It made me smile, it made me beam, it made me feel a great and beautiful peace ripple through my body. It made me realise I have got a great deal of wisdom (for some subjects!! NOT ALL – but – give me time haha) that many others do not have and I raised a brow and chuckled to myself…
“Do not judge what you have no desire to understand.”
This book reaffirmed to me that any action you take – ANY – as long as your intentions are good, as long as you GENUINELY mean to do no harm, as long as you are concious and ACTIVELY in touch with your “higher self” or inner god/goddess – well that action is not a bad action and it does not need to be regretted.
That action – regardless of what it is – is pure because it is done with a good heart and even if society at large thinks it’s polluting or distasteful or overly erotic/indulgent/harmful/whatever – it doesn’t matter.

What matters is how YOU FEEL, whether you are connected to your god/goddess WITHIN YOURSELF – because if you are – “Life” is a spiritual practice – all of life is Tantra. All of life is Bhakti… And ALL of life feels REALLY REALLY GOOD IF YOU ALLOW IT TO.
To thine own self be true.

Thine own HIGHER self. Thine own god conciousness. Thine own Kali, Tara, Shakti, Durga… You name the “God/Goddess/Buddha” that resonates with you and you OWN IT.
Mind you, I also think – anything you do unconsciously also does not need regretting – for if you don’t know what the right action is in any given moment – how can you really take it?

We are meant to make mistakes – We are human and they help us to grow!
For too long I allowed the thoughts of others to influence my own – negatively. I took their judgements and criticisms and internalised them for many years.

I, like many others have been guilty in the past for judging myself by other people’s standards and what a fat load of good that did me eh!

For too long I was afraid to embrace exactly who I am, for too long did I not approve of my actions, my thoughts, my desires – yet I knew I was being silly and I worked upon changing and I got there eventually. Reading this book about the Tantric Mahadevas and the ‘Left Path’ just cemented my ideas and philosophies about life – BE WHO YOU WERE BORN TO BE!

Do not be afraid to be uniquely you and let your divine light shine!
Savour every delicious moment of life, every mouthful of food, every divine scent that flits past your nose, every tender brush of the skin, every single momentary eye contact with another human being or gaze upon something wonderful in nature for THAT is spiritual divotion.

That is Bhakti for the embodied god/goddess within.
My path is not Shiva (though Shiva is amazing) – my path HAS and always will be some sort of wierd hodge podge of everything that resonates with me and that includes this new (to me yet VERY OLD) idea of Tantra. For Tantra is worshipping the gods and goddesses through embodiment – “becoming” them and worshipping the them” inside of your OWN self.
AND I am LEFT HANDED and I always have been – yet sometimes I also use my right.

Therefore the left path of Tantra… The path of Kali, the path of heroes, the path that is deemed polluted – well – that is sometimes my path too and I finally understand it and embrace it and I embrace me in all of my human, worldy, sensuous esoteric mystical divinity!
Today I feel like a “grown up”.
Today a shift has occurred.
Today I actually feel like a wise sage instead of a confused child.
And today I feel like a woman who honours herself in all of her crazy glory. A woman honours her Kali, her Tara and her Shakti.

A woman who feels complete and has stopped judging herself as “less” than anything or anyone else on this fabulous planet of ours! A woman who is ready to put her OWN art practice at the forefront of her life.

I finally understand the notion of the body being a temple – for there is a Goddess dwelling inside – and I shall cherish and honour and indulge her – to give her thanks for finally moving in and filling me with divinity and love.
And I have india, it’s history, it’s philosophies, it’s yoga, it’s cow worship, it’s respect for yet consuming of the animals, it’s Hinduism, it’s Tantra and it’s Buddha to thank for this.
Namascray my dears For we are all truly divine and if people do not understand us –  well – thats their own problem.


For if you do not think I am imperfectly perfect exactly as I am then you do not have to sit at my table – and that goes for my old self. I am so glad that I do not allow judgements to “hurt” me any more.
A fitting Annieism for this post – “those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter” and another one is ‘Let it like water off a ducks back”.
For some reason in the past I used to judge myself harshly – I have no idea why and to be honest – I no longer really care – the past is the past and that really is all there is to it.

Yet – perhaps this was just a part of ‘growth’ I needed to in order to truly have compassion. In order to make me wise or just to make me appreciate life when I got older.

My younger self had – at times – a truly negative self image, but with age came wisdom and now thankfully that part of my being has dissolved.  I don’t think I’m gods gift to humanity or that I am better than anyone else – but I do now think we are all perfect in our imperfections – EXACTLY as we are!

Yet I know I will never ever stop learning or evolving – for it is TRULY what makes us grow!

And when I make mistakes and realise afterwards – sure – I still feel bad – I am a human after all – but only momentarily. For then I pick myself up, I try my best to redeem myself and I apologise if I have to and then I get on with enjoying my fabulous life.
For anyone who knows me – will know this past year has been a particularly tumultuous one. I made a lot of decisions and I changed my life completely and – as life is sometimes –  it was incredibly stressful at times. I decided to go to India as I felt I wanted to ‘reconnect’ to myself and I’d been desperate to go there for many many years.

A wise friend told me before I left for India that I was not going to “find myself” that I was going for a break, to have a much needed chill. I did actually hope that I would ‘find myself’ there and I would come home as an entirely different person. Now that I have been here for 6 weeks and am getting ready to head back to the UK I realise that both of us were right in part.

I am coming back EXACTLY how I left. Yet one part of me has finally been completely eradicated – the part that sometimes crept up and didn’t love or accept myself exactly as I am. The part that judged and criticised itself on occassion seems to have finally have been eradicated and in its place is the tender, compassionate and caring part that used to be reserved mainly for others and it is now paying full attention to itself.

If you have never given yourself the gift of ACTUAL self love – self compassion and self embracement – do it! And do it today! Trust me – it feels TRULY amazing!

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Watercolour & pen doodle – the self as a 1000 armed bodhisattva – Avoloketishvara also known as Quan Yin.

NB – Namascray – A similar greeting to Namaste except instead of it meaning ‘the divinity in me greets the divinity in you’ it means ‘the Crazy in me greets the Crazy in you’.

Annieism – Sayings from my Nannie Annie – she was a GREAT influence upon my life and is featured quite a lot in my work!