My background was very much submerged in Art. Eventually weaving became my meditation and colour became my pure joy. I am a magpie for texture, form, detail, contrast and colour. I have an honours degree from St.Martins School of Art. Today I am a Pilates Teacher and Mentor, seems like I’ve digressed a little from my original plan…

I don’t know how many years The Platinum Crucible was in our possession. I most probably would have been around it in the early 1980’s as much as 40 years ago. As a small child I used to go to work with my Dad on a Saturday morning.

I have just returned from Morocco. We ( a group of like minded soul seekers ) spent six nights in the Agafay Desert, remote, safe, secure but very much off the beaten track, in fact there wasn't even a track for part of the journey. We arrived at night, big sky, a bright white cresent moon hanging low on the horizon, stars, incredible stars, no light pollution.

This year has felt a little like resurfacing. I have made some fundamental changes, simplified many aspects of my teaching out of a necessity to teach from a place of balance, not burn out…

Summer is closing, and what a beautiful one it’s been in the uk. Unusually for me I took a little more time off than usual in August, I know it’s a valuable time for me to ‘chew the fat’. I tend to be way more creative in the light, long summer months and I’ve accepted a need to hunker down during winter, it’s all about survival mode and lots of sleep.

It’s been a tough, enduring time. Lockdown 3 has been the hardest so far, but we are getting through it and hopefully nearly out the other side. Still in a phase of ‘who knows’ but with a glimmer of optimism and an unmentioned solidarity of weathering this long Covid Winter. Taking each day as it comes, feeling each emotion as they arise and trying to keep a steady pace without overwhelm is the name of the game.

I closed the doors on my pilates studio on Friday the 20th March. Nothing could have prepared us for the unfolding of this Pandemic. There were many tears. I felt the weight of the worlds pain. I cried in frustration (trying to work with technology that I seriously had no clue about, to offer virtual online classes) and I cried from grief that ‘my work’ that I’ve poured my heart and soul into for so many years may end.