It’s been a busy month in Wales. Lots of new challenges. Andy came over to see us at the Retreat to advise us on insulating the Healing Hive Cabin.
Who knew keeping a wooden building warm was so complicated 🙈 not me.
So supplies are on order electric is almost finished thanks to a generous donation we are back on track to open our doors again in May.
For the time being I am still working from Crow Cottage so if you would like a Healing appointment please give me a ring.
To think all of this was a dream I’ve had for so very long and now here I am surrounded by the most amazing family, friends, healers and Therapists.
It truly is cosmic ordering at it’s most wonderful.
Holding out your hands to the universe.
Visualise the positive change you wish to see.
Most importantly BELIEVE!
Im lying here this morning thinking about the little council estate kid with an alcoholic father who called me Gunner.
(Because I was always Gunner live in Wales, always Gunner live by water always day dreaming always BELIEVED in those dreams.)
So as I sit out side our tiny cottage by a beautiful canal surrounded by friend who are other dreamers, I remember him and thank him for his words they made me more determined
When I used to close my eyes tight shut at night I could see mountains water and trees.
Now every morning before I leave the cottage I give thanks and gratitude for all those things that I never take for granted each day I look at them with new eyes.
I thank spirit, Source
Life is truly beautiful ❤️
What a beautiful day on our canal.
This morning I’m sat here writing the hand fasting ceremony for two beautiful ladies I’m privileged to call friends.
I’m a wedding and funeral celebrant and both events are celebrations of our life.
Wedding wise I particularly love the old ways.
Hand fasting is where the modern day referral of tying the knot comes from
The cords used can represent many things from colours chosen and sometimes things used to make the cords with.
The ceremony is bespoke and Taylor made to fit the couple as well it should be because we are all so very different and yet at the same time connected.
This particular ceremony is so very special as the ladies it is for are very dear to my heart.
Sometimes in life we meet people who shine.
The love connecting them is palpable.
These are one of those couples
So today shall be spent weaving magic words to represent weaving for two beautiful souls.
And yet again I’m reminded that life is indeed beautiful.
I am truly blessed ♥️
So as most of you know I live in a little canalside cottage nothing posh just two up two down on a tow path in South Wales.
I also have another cottage on the terrace Ravens Retreat.
Where as a soul midwife I provide respite free Therapies and breaks for cancer patients or anyone with life limiting condition.
We are slowly rebuilding the retreat after we were hit by storm Callum in Sept 2018 most of the terrace was flooded by sewerage it was a challenging time to say the least.
My hubby Jeff has been beyond amazing he is a jack of all trades and has self leveled floors, tiled bathroom fitted a shower room.
He’s almost finished tiling kitchen and living room
Fitted a new kitchen aquired from Facebook marketplace.
We are doing all this on a shoe string
We have had a cabin built (our healing hive ) on the land behind the retreat and are also trying to get this up and running insulated electrics flooring fencing the list is endless
And as I’ve been off work for a year on half pay I have really been holding out my hands to the universe and trusting we can get things finished.
Offering free Therapies to cancer patients. Holding healing clinics Reiki, Omni, and Soul Connection healing workshops teaching reiki to community
I know this work Is so very important people need to be treated holistically.
This is my service to the community a way of me giving back. A thank you for leading me to this beautiful place.
This post is about just that giving back and paying forward.
I always believe that people are for the best part good
And what you put out there you get back.
That’s what storm Callum has taught me.
This tiny street in South Wales is a community
Very commune like.
We all pulled together. We baled water, carried furniture, cleaned each other’s houses supporting each other in any way possible.
I cooked for the street my son made flood gates my hubby helped anyone and everyone. Reporters came and went we we’re on T.V for the weekend then people forgot.
Or did they.
Friends and neighbors are now closer
People come and gift me time in return for Therapies or healing or perhaps lunch.
Fab electrician had helped wire the cabin, my friend Han from work helped dig out old trees and clear garden. My son, daughter and daughter in love helped clean and grout tiles
Zoe and Ross helped clear up after cabin was erected
My grand daughter Tamika pushed wheel barrows full of garden rubbish.
Out neighbor Paul plastered the bathroom ceiling.
The twins next door brought food when Jeff was working.
My friend Sharon very kindly lent us a digger! How awesome I’ve been truly overwhelmed with kindness I’m truly blessed.
Last week I had a phone call from a lovely guy Chris who wanted to know more about what we we’re doing having heard about us from a mutual.friend
He visited and from minute I opened the door I knew we were destined to be friends.
Today he came over and painted fences helped Jeff out then had Sunday lunch with me and my family.
I guess what I’m telling you is there is a positive in every situation no matter how bad things are
Our little retreat was a lovely little cottage before the flood but we had made do and mended with what we had.
The flood pulled our little street together into a fabulous commune it pushed us to do work that we couldn’t really afford but somehow we’ve done it.
We now have that all important healing space I so desperately needed. A shower room that will make things much easier for wheel chair users or guests with dogs!
Most of all I have met some of the most amazing people who gave us the gift of time and true genuine friendship .
That to me is priceless.
So when life gets hard remember hold out your hands and trust the universe.
It may be hard but it is always beautiful.
So if your passing through neath valley south Wales
Come take a walk down Canalside drop in say hi.
A liminal magical place
My family ❤️
I didn’t get to wake every morning and kiss your precious tiny face;
or whisper mammy loves you to make you feel safe
I was never allowed to hold you tight
when you couldn’t sleep at night
I didn’t get to sing to you a sweet lullaby,
to calm you down when you cried
I didn’t get to fall asleep with you in my arms,
all swaddled in a crochet blanket to keep you snug warm
I didn’t get to hear you laugh and giggle
or see you little tiny baby toes wiggle
There are many things I didn’t get to do,
But my tiny still born but still loved babies mammy never stopped loving or remembering you
I can turn my hand to most things practical, D.I.Y jobs if you show me how to do something I’ll have a go. Tecnical stuff not so.
Like computers like most folk I can find my way around the internet (saying that thinking about the enormity of the web makes my head hurt! It’s like some endless digital universe)
I blog lots use word ect but that’s it.
Oh and shop!
Years ago I ran my own business when my children were small advertising was in local paper, and leaflets which my kids were bribed to put through doors on the estate. If you were posh you had business cards ..
Needless to say I didn’t have cards.
Scraps of paper and a bird. How things have changed.
Anyway my point is all of these simple things were enough so my “business marketing”
Was simple done for me by me.
Time Hop thirty years..
Like the film back to the Future.
Local papers are on line..
The only leaflets I seem to get are pizza delivery and political crap which goes straight in the log burner basket with the kindling.
We run Ravens retreat
Canalside cottage we do Therapies healing , workshops.
The point is I now can’t rely on leaflets and local rag mags.
Looking for something
Ask 20th century oricle GOOGLE. (I’m sure Google is actually god)
If you write things the right way he puts you to the top of his list!
If your not in there no one finds you.
Where do I start with this.
My dear friend Julie Rosser runs The Healing Room in Llangan just outside of bridgend (if you are local to this area look her up! )
She’s amazing healer, reflexology, Reiki teacher.
After chatting to her she tells me of a local guy who designs web sites and does digital marketing. (What witchcraft is this?)
I’ve glazed over as I have no clue about how any of this works.
Let me tell you now it costs a substantial amount more than getting 500 leaflets printed for the estate.
But the clue is in the ww of www. World wide..
So I hand over the last of my savings for this bespoke web site. Then three months running costs after launch.
Then I wait.
This week I get a call from Stewart to go up to check site and finalize design
So off I go over to tolbot green
Meet up with a lovely guy who speaks another language of all things web..
I don’t know what I expected but a ordinary office in a smart business centre. Desk and laptop was where he was at.
We had originally decided on 22 pages (in my head 22 leaflets 🙈)
But apparently I now have 51
This man is a modern day wizard.
Who knew you can do so much online. (Not me)
Buy vouchers, book appointments, which then sync to your Google calendar.
Buy items in a shop Blog ( I like this bit)
Trying to explain to me how Google “crawls over key words to get your services to the top of searches couldn’t have been an easy task but I think I get the idea.
The graphics are amazing to be fair the whole thing is.
There is even a events page. (Banners see I was listening!) and a link to Julie’s healing room and the Malindi centre in West Wales.
The best bit I don’t have to bribe the kids to post them through prefab doors on the estate!
As Peter Kay would say it will be out there on the estate through that tinternet!
So if you need a web site.
Look up Stewart Jones. His website is at
and you can email him email@example.com or call him on 07494 192019
Surprisingly normal looking guy in a normal looking office but I’m sure I felt so energy shift as I left the office I caught a glimpse of a tall hat and a wand 😉
Stewart the wizard of all things digital.
Our shiny new web site will be launched at end of April just before we finish refurb on Retreat.
New beginnings exiting times
Look us up.
Think how many trees we saved.
True Healers have walked a gauntlet ~
By the time someone stands before them, to receive healing ~ You can guarantee they have experienced it themselves.
If not exactly the same experience, then they feel your pain themselves,which makes it possible to help you ~
True Healers have seen things, they would never want for others to see ~
This is how Healers stand without fear. ~
Some real serious things take place, which is one reason a Healers Heart is full of Unconditional Love ~
Healers know, before you even stand before them, they already know, they feel it, emotionally, physically and Spiritually.
Their connection to other realms, have shown them everything, they have stood before some pretty nasty looking energy forms.
They have battled for your Soul. ~ The reason they keep going. ~
To help is their path. No matter how much they would simply want to stop, it is not a choice for them. ~
True Healers do not seek fame or recognition, they have no ego attached to what they do. ~
They are quiet, caring, and usually keep to themselves, so that they can breathe and rest. ~
It’s a hard road, one that shows people for who they are, so they can walk their talk. ~
Love, compassion, truth and light surround them.
When you need Healing, they appear before you.
Will you recognize them?
Will you show them Honour and Respect?
They ask for nothin more than equal exchange!!!
Be thankful they are survivors, true modern day warriors, they are of the four nations, all know from the beginning of time. ~
No judgement of others faith, because that’s what it’s all about
LOVE UNCONDITIONAL. ~
I have a cat with an identity problem.
He thinks he’s a dog.
Now I have never owned a cat before him ( Lucifer)
I was working in community mental health I went out one sunny day in May to visit a new patient.
An elderly lady who lived in a first floor flat.
Just her an her cat
We sat and chatted for a few minutes when in comes the cat.
It’s huge and as it sat down it looked like a massive triangular door stop.
Wow I say is the cat pregnant.?
She looks at me like pissed in her teacup!
“No she’s fucking not !” She hisses
“She’s doesn’t go out of the flat!”
Okay okay! 🙈
I make my excuses and leave
“see you tomorrow
I call as I shut the front door
Me and my big mouth.
I vow never to comment again on the fat triangular cat!
The day after I return.
Her mood had to improved she opens the door and I follow her upstairs she’s muttering under her breath and the smell of cat pee is so pugnent I kick myself for presuming the triangle cat has ever been out side.
She stands at the top of the stairs cigarette hanging from her mouth pointing at the bedroom door.
Your fault she says
You cursed me.
I peep around the door there on the floor by a pile of rubbish bags is the much slimmer triangle doorstop cat licking three beautiful kittens
A voice behind me says
I’m drowning them.
Oh no I say I’ll have one and I’ll find homes for the others
She’s still scowling.
I’ll pay for cat food until they can leave their mammy.
And then we can take her to be neutered.
Still she scowls
Let’s go sit down and chat.
We talk about support and help she needs and I feel her soften slightly.
I call to the shop and pick up cat food and litter and a few packets of buiscits
Take photos of the kittens and ring the pdsa to make appointment.
Over the next few weeks we got to know each other better her guard came down as I took her out shopping and to the pub for a surprise birthday lunch.
Eventually the kittens we’re ready to leave Lucifer, Lola and Ragnar
All had forever homes and the triangle cat was neautered!
Just in case she left the flat again!
I took Lucifer home to my canalside cottage.
My first cat ever
My elderly dog saffie adored him he would try to suckle her and she would lick him soon they were best friends.
When saffie and I walked down the canal
Lucifer started to follow
Where saffie went so did our cat…
If a dog barked at saffie this crazy cat would warn it off with a hiss and arched back! They were inseparable.
Last year we lost our saffie she was 14 it broke my heart.
Lucifer pined for her
Every night 7pm stood at the door by saffies lead.
So of course we still go for a canal walk .
I’m sure she about walking with us too.
Me and my beautiful accidental cat 🐈
You left me on a stormy night in September 2018
loosing you will be as awfully memerable as the twin towers.
The windows looking out across Swansea bay.
A view that you loved.
The beach that you walked on many times painted toe nails and flip flops.
Drawing hearts in the sand with a stick.
Finding pictures in clouds
Paddling in the surf and throwing sticks for saffie then honey
Swansea pride in singleton park there across from the bay.
Singing to pink songs and drinking vodka cocktails.
I sit and wonder how many times we have walked there
How many sticks we have thrown.
How many coffees in take away cups
Sunsets we watched and dreams we shared
That bay holds so many memories.
The light house you loved I told you it was owned by housing association
You rang to ask if it was for rent.
It’s only right that this place you loved so much is part of today.
I have a silloette photo I took of you one summer evening standing looking at the sunset holding my granddaughter in your arms outside our favorite cafe remos.
Any excuse we would go there I’d buy us ice creams and you’d insist you didn’t like it
It’s the early hours of the morning and the stormy night intensifies.
Huge seagulls blow like paper towards the window the night is black and grey the rain comes down in sheets
A tiny glow from the light house blinks on the cliffs
Is the bay morning you leaving us too?
How many grains of sand on that beach . you often asked. As many as stars in the sky?
My random girl.
Every grain of sand and every star like every grain of me will miss you.
Twenty six hours earlier we had walked into that ward.
I’d squashed into the bed to
Hold you knowing we
Wouldn’t be leaving together
Twenty six hours later Im holding you knowing it’s the last time.
Whispering to you that its
okay to let go..
Telling you that I love you.
Your hair smelling of lush shampoo
Wet with my tears
We are surrounded by your family.
A sphere of love.
But as I feel your breathe rise and fall for the last time
I learn the meaning of heart break.
I have never felt so alone.
I promised I’d be strong.
Your faith in me was unshakable
I know your out there on the bay wind in your hair
But I don’t know how to live with out you