Calling migraine sufferers

February 21st, 2011 by Tonya

Was just writing a piece on serendipity and synchronicity when Harry the plumber knocked on my front door (he's in the process of fixing the pipes after a water leak). I gave Harry, who's also a Trager bodywork practitioner and enthusiast of holistic approaches to health, a summary of my weekend (I'd been on a workshop with 19 other co-counselling teachers and two of them had been showcasing some 'scientific' research they'd been doing on the role of laughter as a means of discharging shame) Read More...

The power of play

February 16th, 2011 by Tonya

Life can be a serious business. And with issues like global warming, lessening resources and severely crunched credit, it's sometimes difficult to find things to laugh about. But lightening up about the things that trouble us can actually help us resolve them. And having a good giggle can often give us the resources we need to deal with the serious things in our lives Read More...

Going through changes…

February 9th, 2011 by Tonya

Humanity is going through a big shift in consciousness - an awakening. At least that's how I see it. Many of the people I meet in my day-to-life (I'm a complementary therapist and personal development workshop leader) are experiencing things they have never experienced before: synchronicity, a 'download' of new gifts - inner vision for example, or a sense of having a more developed and more reliable intuition - and coincidences that go beyond the frame of reason Read More...

Trust and the golden mean

February 8th, 2011 by Tonya

When I got up this morning and tuned in to my day - I'm self-employed so don't have a schedule as such - two words came: 'educate yourself'. This surprised me. I've been writing every day for the past little while – I'm working on a book of my experiences – and was expecting to pick up where I left off Read More...

Struck dumb with love

February 8th, 2011 by Tonya

I have been struck dumb with love. I'm shaking from my heart to my fingertips. I look into the eyes of an old man and weep with his beauty. I am struck like a bolt to the heart with love for this stranger. I love him for his fragility, his humanity, his tenderness. I reach a hand out to him, and he is lifted up Read More...