This is an invitation to all parents whom have experienced the death of a baby in utero. For the ones whose babies never made it to their arms. Whether or not you were the one carrying the baby. No matter at what point in pregnancy the death occurred or whether or not you were joyous to become a parent. No matter how long ago this happened. No matter where you are in the shape the grief now, if you need to expand your capacity to process it, this may be for you.
Sessions begin with breath work using still shapes from the Laban movement methodology – done seated or lying on the floor. We then take turns to name our babies and the group will collectively repeat the name. If the baby is unnamed, we invite you to say your own name. The session closes with some small movements to settle any remaining tension.
I have named this Circle after my own baby who never made it to my arms - Bear - whose death made me rage for so long I forgot how much love I felt carrying them. The rage was necessary and in hindsight only wish there was somewhere I could’ve gone to help my body process it, process missing them in my body & wondering if they forgive me for what I didn’t know to do. This Circle is my answer to creating a place honour our body and th experience.

Individuals and collectives can enquire.
Currently online sessions only

Bear’s Circle for women who have experienced childhood sexual abuse. Come with your lotions and potions as we use breath, hum together and
self-massage our feet and bellies.

Pregnancy can remind us of what has happened to our bodies. I know it may not be true for you all but I felt beautiful and peaceful in pregnancy. The journey since has allowed me to expand in my work of self-love and revisit what it meant to truly nurture myself.  I marvelled at how blissful I was to have something I consented to change my body in ways I could not even imagine. In hindsight I have learned to, as the grown up me, protect the inner me who was once helpless. It opened me to a new level of understanding the intergenerational wounds and joys of coming from a long line of women whose experiences I repeated in my own ways without knowing. I honour deeply the gifts of the people who first made me - my Mother and my Father. I hold them in my heart as the little children they once were.
Whatever your healing modality, come and share positive vibrations in collective. Participants are invited to come with a mat or blanket to lay on and socks if you run cold. If online, we invite you to cosy your space. Image © Dawie Verweeg

Individuals and collectives can enquire.
Currently online sessions only

A celebration of migration and heritage for people of the Global majority.

A movement and autobiographical writing session (though other forms of expression are welcome such as drawing). Utilising our memories of beloved family meals from childhood or simply the meaning of the recipes as a stimulus we will map our intergenerational journeys as a mode of rooting ourselves whilst far away from home. 

One the greatest acts of daily violence I have experienced as a Black African immigrant is society’s insistence that I come from no where and nothing. Even more damaging in the often repeated phrase by children of immigrants ‘my parents came with nothing’. I reject this premise for
You, me and those who came before are part of an evergrowing tapestry of stories. We are here. We are somebody. We are citizens of everywhere
Of rivers, mountains, trees, sand and sky
Lean back, move forward.

For me the separation from home and loved ones and the ongoing little acts of violent racism in society caused a deep wound that took decades to heal from.
This work is how I begun to heal.

Individuals and collectives can enquire.
Currently online sessions only