re: :SOUND | Voice Discovery

standard August 8, 2015 Leave a response



I wouldn’t just like to teach the world to sing. I would love to teach the world to sing.

Now the odds on me getting around y’all individually and shaking those sweet voices loose is hardly a likely story so….

if I could get even a hand-full of people to a place where they could say one or more of the following to themselves (for who more important would one say them to):

can sing. I can frickin sing. I love to sing. It feels freeing to sing. Goddamit, I’m a singer. Where was that voice hiding all these years? Why was I so afraid of singing all these years? I better sit down cause I’m gona faint with all the excitement from all the SINGING (ok, you get the message)…

This is all to say, I would be one satisfied preacher. Yeah, feck it, I said, PREACHER! Singing is a celebration, a means of communication, an art form and a really beautiful anthropological blessing to us humans.

The other side of the coin of all this joy is probably the biggest thing that holds our voices back but also what brings our authenticity forward into a song and that is; our vulnerability. Yep, that old familiar chestnut of a friend. And it can be a hard nut to crack. It’s not an over exaggeration to propose that some people have not sung out, like they just didn’t care, since they were a little tike sat in a church singing Silent Night with the congregation (in that most pure way only a child can) but their mind mostly dedicated to dreaming of Santa arriving. When we become more aware of ourselves in the world, the bravery and intrinsic desire to hum or sing along gets a little fragmented and topsy turvy. It’s a sad thing. But nothing is lost or gone forever.

So I’m putting it out there…

Are you someone who wants to discover where your voice has been hiding and give it a reason to sing that song you’ve always wanted to sing?

If so, I would so love to aid in that discovery.

Leave your deets below and lets get this musical conversation going!


Lessons in Forgetting

standard August 4, 2015 Leave a response

This heart has a habit of falling stupidly.

Rarely, if ever, gracefully.

In places it has no right to be

and lacks the tact to put itself back together when it breaks, messily.

When all is said they will probably say she loved in vain,

Sent up her spirit with every flame,

Attached all sense to the mast in the hope of sailing past pain.

An exercise in living out the dream of belonging.

There’s a lesson to be learned from not standing where you are beside your life.

I expect some have learned this.

Expecting you have learned it all

is the biggest mistake you’re likely to make.

And then you’ll walk back into the arena 

forgetting what you just ate for dinner

and you’ll eat your words like lamps by day

and say “they never mattered anyway”.

It’s like that, isn’t it?

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And just like that, she fell

For the thoughts she felt.

And the pain that it took

(her heart set in chains of her own making)

To ever make it free-

Told her this wouldn’t be easy.

And maybe she could see a way

but her eyes were used to seeing-

believing things that were never there.

And while she’s away from herself, the cold has set in,

falling all around her head.

And she has stood there ever since

frozen in a spot that 

spoke to all she had ever loved to have loved.

With the thaw comes release-

The bended knees and the brittle sting

of regretting, almost everything.

Falling for a Song

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A good song will stick to your ear, like rubber to road and larks to dawn-
Driving your thoughts to the things they would linger on
And in that instinct to mutually entice-
The mind fires up each devilish devise to further attach a means to hear the song thrice.
So it is to you my mind devotes it’s time and means of making hay.
And while this sun shines-
even further it splays itself right in your direction,
Attaching all available affection to the memory of a 3 minutes’ duration
When I (most probably) fell, for the song of you.

Love Ru! x

The calm of the dawn, the swell of the sea and all the spaces in between.

standard November 16, 2014 Leave a response


Lately I’ve been seeking/rooting out music with a dynamic flow. Music that stills you, prepares you then just let’s you go.

Where you go is all determined on where you are in that very moment.

I love that about music. It lays itself in your trusty hands and plays a dance with you and then it moves on it’s wondrous way leaving you a little more like you than you knew!


Here are a few tracks that have come to move me in those magical ways:

Hosanna by Katharine Phillipa:

Katharine Phillipa has a way with music and words that is very much hers and it’s a joy for us that she shares it with the world. Hosanna has that beautiful quality of taking it’s own sweet time to establish it’s world before gracing us with it’s overwhelming and heart stirring peak before falling away to it’s natural end which made me think of-

Song for Athene by John Tavener:

Here is a man who I’m pretty sure must of have been perpetually distracted from everyday thoughts of what to eat today and whether to stay in/go out, judging by the bountiful weather-system of music that was making it’s way around his person.  This beautiful piece of music gathers itself through a weaving of voices and goes to where part of me doesn’t want it to go for fear it would break the serenity. It smashes through the peace in such a divine way that all has to be forgiven and it leads me to oftentimes utter “no” and “Oh God” and  “just too flippin’ beautiful” and then I sing along to the top lines, or at least try and I smile such an unconditional smile that makes me happy for no reason.  Once again, this piece also moves into the distance and I feel a certainty that something has changed.

The Brothel by Susanne Sundfør:

This lady beguiles me and I don’t mind it one little bit. She can beguile me till the cows come home and I’d be left in the middle of the field wondering which way is home and I still wouldn’t mind. She rocks! This particular song takes you gently by the arm and leads you to a window of a very dark and, unfortunately, very real world. And you’ll want to stay until the end because she has designed it that way but when it’s over, you’ll want to get the hell outta there.

So for that reason….

Special bonus track time!

Fade Away also by Susanne Sundfør. I wouldn’t want you thinking she only went beautifully to dark places.


Love Ru! x

Person in Training

standard November 15, 2014 Leave a response

crack and the light and the love


“To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal,
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go”

― Mary Oliver

I used to have an uneasy feeling about whether I’d ever feel at home in my body, whether I’d ever feel like there was home in there to begin with. And if there was no place to call home within me then how could I ever feel like I really belonged in the wider world?. It was more than an uneasy feeling actually. It was a kind of fear. And if medals could be handed for outstanding-in-her-field for obedience to limiting self-belief-fear, then I would of have won those medals and won them good (and I never was the medal winning sort). Now of course these feelings didn’t just prop up one day to bite me on the arse..If that was the case, perhaps all life as we know it would be more straight forward and easier to navigate and we could all just set the compass to “Everything is awesome” and there’d be no fear of falling off-track because there’d be no fear . No, for me it was more like a dull ache. A numbness that pervaded my very presence in my life. Learned behaviours over formative years that stuck and they stuck good. Until some cracks started to appear, as they tend to do.

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”.

 ― Leonard Cohen

So instead of ignoring the cracks, I started to meet them head on and I did so with compassion….eventually! Yoga was always something I was very aware of in terms of it’s benefits beyond the physical, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was really all about, so I adventured in different styles, leading me to start to create a discerning taste for how I wanted to learn the practise of yoga leading me to place an importance in it and me. I made the commitment to myself to never again let my vitality be quelled by fears of “I can’t”, “I’m not good enough” and “I’m not worth it”. I can, I am good enough and I am definitely worth it.* So now I am a yoga teacher/person in training, therein committing even further to my practise so I may start awarding myself medals of the self-compassionate kind. I’m going in the direction of cracking this heart wide-open.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

― Anaïs Nin

*Disclaimer: Sometimes the author has days when she does not believe this to be true. On these days she takes to her mat and starts from the beginning because a beginning is a very good place to start.

Norwegian Envy

gallery September 20, 2014 Leave a response

Okay, so it’s safe to say that I am VERY VERY VERY big fan of Norwegian musicians. Now of course I was a huge fan of A-hA back in the day. I mean who wasn’t? Oh, you weren’t? A little bit though right? Take on me? Choone! But I digress somewhat. The real fascination and admiration for all things Norway, began around 8 years and 4 months  ago, to be very precise. I was 8 months pregnant and lying back listening to In the Blue of the Night on Lyric Fm and this most beautiful and evocative sound greeted my ears in the shape of Susanna and The Magical Orchestra and the aptly titled song, Baby. I was hooked. I’m still hooked and I wish to remain hooked as long as Norway keep dolling out supreme music shapers and artists of the calibre of Susanne Sundfør and Mari Kvein Brunvoll.

Here’s just a little selection to whet your appetite.

Love Ru! x

The Simple, The Complex and the Compound Gifts.

gallery September 19, 2014 Leave a response

Japaneese maple

So yesterday an article came to my attention via Facebook>via Huffington Post>via a blog by a clearly very wonderful woman, mother and blogger Charlotte Kitley.

The article is one of those pieces that stills you where you stand-The Authors’ choice of words; the hyper-real picture they painted in my mind and the depths to where it reached really brought me to a very present and open place. There were tears- for Charlotte and her beloved family and then of course whilst I am reading the article the sound of three 8 year old boys concocting a world of fierce imagination, complete with their own buoyant energy and joy,  join my senses in this (feels like 5 minutes) journey I am going on and serve to plant me even further into the present. The acute awareness of the extreme vulnerability of living and knowing that this too shall pass. THIS living.

And then because the robots in the inter-web are so cute and quick on the ball, they proffer a recommendation to read a poem written recently by Clive James, on his letting go of his living phase into….who knows what.


Rather than feeling the weight of suffering and pain, both of these articles brought an even more vibrant quality to my day. None of us wishes for anyone to be living any less than they are now.

This beautiful poem encapsulates the wishes we have for ourselves, our children, our friends, our families. To become who we are.

Awakening Now by Danna Faulds
Why wait for your awakening?
The moment your eyes are open, seize the day.
Would you hold back when the Beloved beckons?
Would you deliver your litany of sins like a child’s collection of sea shells, prized and labeled?
“No, I can’t step across the threshold,” you say, eyes downcast.
“I’m not worthy” I’m afraid, and my motives aren’t pure.
I’m not perfect, and surely I haven’t practiced nearly enough.
My meditation isn’t deep, and my prayers are sometimes insincere.
I still chew my fingernails, and the refrigerator isn’t clean.
“Do you value your reasons for staying small more than the light shining through the open door?
Forgive yourself.
Now is the only time you have to be whole.
Now is the sole moment that exists to live in the light of your true Self.
 Perfection is not a prerequisite for anything but pain.
Please, oh please, don’t continue to believe in your disbelief.
This is the day of your awakening.


Live MORE! Laugh MORE! Love MORE! Be MORE! That’s what I say!


Love Ru! x

Traditional Intermingling.

audio September 18, 2014 Leave a response

Lau: Orcadian word for Natural Light/Gloaming: The time after sunset and before dark.

Lau, a Scottish contempory folk 3 piece unit with beautiful use of influences of quite a diverse range of styles, to my ears anyway.


The Gloaming: A Contemporary Irish music 5 piece.

Such Beautiful sounds and these 2 tracks just glide in to one another so seamlessly that they could be the same artists!

Music ROCKS!



Love Ru!