Feeling a little lost I went to a friend to ask for help. She sent me on a journey that took me to Cuba and a song was born. Havana is a story about how if we ask for help, watdh out for the signs, and folow our heart, magical things can happ
Could a time of pain and confusion be guiding us to where we'd truly love to go? Could holding on to something for what we think is too long, actually be perfect timing? This is the story of a song called 'Belong' and an 18 year journey.
Manchester City F.C. used to play such an important part in my life, but when I lost my memory, the part they played was over. Today I stand in the distance, see them triumphant and smile.
Fear is said to be 'False Evidence Appearing Real' but it certainly feels real enough sometimes! I've had fear of failure and even fear of succeeding but this past couple of weeks it's been the fear of asking. To the question 'How do we get p
This episode is inspired by the 50th birthday i very nearly didn't live to see. It talks about the power of transformation and how we can all see ourselves in the stars.
Like excited children the songs are ready to go out into the world and be heard. My job has been to wait until I believe they are ready but not be too overprotective. It's taken a while but between us, we've got there.
The beauty of brain injury and the joy of forgetting. Forgetting the most basic things and a loss of short and long term memory can be frustrating. There are however many gifts that go with it, one of which is minimizing the fear of rejection.
Continuing the theme of letting go. When we shed a skin it means a part of us dies so that a new part can come alive. This is a story of the fear of putting an old skin back on and how i found some resolution. Perhaps the story never ends, t
I don't remember writing any of the songs or when they were written. Yesterday the songs told me it's okay that i don't remember. It's okay because he memory is in the music.
After a deep, deep sleep i woke up one morning with a song in my mind. I realised that i'd once written the song and it took me on a journey. It was gently whispering, asking to be sung.