Why Small Daily Practices Work Better Than Big Weekly Ones Why Motivation Isn’t the Problem Most people don’t struggle with wellbeing because they don’t care.They struggle because the structure of what they’re offered doesn’t match how humans actually live. I learned this the hard way. For years, I went to a local slimming club held above a pub, directly opposite a chip shop. Every week, without fail, i would queue up for the weigh-in.Sit through the talk. Absorb the encourag

Awareness is not passive. It participates. In the double-slit experiment , https://youtu.be/A9tKncAdlHQ?si=T5Bu6BJi7ceyuZ9S Light moves like a wave - unfixed, potential-filled - until it is observed. The very act of observation changes its behaviour, collapsing possibility into form. Nothing is forced. Nothing is controlled. It simply responds when seen. Modern neuroscience quietly echoes this truth. Your nervous system doesn’t deliver reality as it “is.” It creates perce

Lately, I’ve been becoming more aware of the small nudges. The kind that don’t shout. They arrive quietly… almost anonymously. A phrase overheard. A line in a book. Someone saying the exact thing you were just thinking. On their own, they seem non-descript. But when you gather them together, you start to feel it that gentle insistence. The Universe isn’t random. It is rhythmic. Toward the end of last year, one word kept appearing for me. Again and again. In conversations, i

When the Body, the Breath, and the Sky Align There was a long stretch of my life where I thought strength meant carrying on . I worked.I cared.I parented.I held space for others. And quietly, my body paid the price. My breath became shallow after years of mouth breathing and injury.Sleep fragmented - I wore that one as a badge of honour. .Weight crept on, not from greed, but from cortisol and comfort. Food became a place to land when my nervous system never truly did. Astrolo

The many ways love breathes

Monday mornings carry a particular kind of honesty. They ask us where our devotion really lives. The video today on my social media is from the celebration call, where the lovely Sam Selby from Astroenergetics speaks about Vesta. In my natal chart  Vesta and Chiron are conjunct — the sacred flame and the ancient wound sitting side by side, in the most intimate place of all. Vesta is the quiet keeper. Not the fire that seeks attention, but the one that stays lit in the centre

Where in your body are you holding your breath — not just today, but in your life? Not the obvious breath-holding when things feel hard.But the quiet, invisible kind.The one that hides even inside a “good day.” There are times I arrive at a Living Rhythm session feeling genuinely well. The day has flowed. Nothing dramatic. Nothing “wrong.”And yet, once the body begins to move, once breath is given permission to deepen, a large release moves through me anyway. Heat. Tears. Tre

This morning, inside our Qisong space, something simple but powerful happened. We worked with fire breath — not to hype the body, not to force energy — but to balance it . A brief awakening of the sympathetic system, followed by a deliberate return to calm. Yang meeting Yin. Spark followed by settling. What I watched wasn’t effort. It was orientation . Clients didn’t leave wired or over-stimulated. They left steady. Clear-eyed. Energetically awake without urgency. This is t

Why This Season Presses on Our System (and Why We Reach for the Things That Numb) These last couple of days, so many of us have been noticing the same things — the tiredness that hits out of nowhere, the emotions sitting a bit closer to the surface, the cravings, the overwhelm, the restless sleep, the sudden need to withdraw, the old patterns creeping back. And when we don’t understand what’s happening inside us, it’s easy to blame ourselves. But none of this is random. It’s

Last night’s book-launch circle is still humming in my chest — like a soft drumbeat under the ribs.

Every one of us arrives with a sound. Not a literal one — but a vibration, a tone, a frequency woven into the bones before our first breath. It’s the music our soul hums quietly beneath the noise of everyday life. Over time, that sound becomes buried. By expectations. By trauma. By survival. By the echoes of other people’s stories. By generational patterns we never consciously agreed to carry. And yet… the body remembers. This week, as I sat with my own natal chart — not as a

To the ones who feel the world in their chest… To the ones carrying more than they ever speak aloud… To the ones who have lost the rhythm of their own breath… Maybe you woke today with a tightness across your chest… or that heavy swirl in the pit of your stomach. Maybe your throat feels thick with words you didn’t say yesterday… or you spent another night wrestling your pillow, mind spinning, sleep slipping through your fingers. Maybe you reached for something — food, your ph

Between the inhale and exhale lives a tiny silence — the body’s meeting place with life. Most of us rush past it. But that pause isn’t empty — it’s biologically sacred. In that still point, your nervous system recalibrates. Carbon dioxide gently rises, oxygen delivery improves, and nitric oxide — the quiet messenger molecule — begins to flow. This tiny gas widens your blood vessels, balances blood pressure, and communicates directly with your heart, brain, and lungs. It’s che

The Hustle That Wears the Halo For years I believed peace would arrive if I just did more. More effort. More proving. I was chasing a kind of love—the one that says, You’re good. You belong. I didn’t know it then, but the hustle had become my armor. Underneath was a quieter fear: if I stopped, would I still be enough? Would I be left behind? Addicted to Doing — The Biology of Busy When the body lives in constant go‑mode, stress hormones—cortisol, adrenaline, noradrenaline—

There’s a quiet truth that medicine is only now beginning to name: our bodies remember. Not just through scars or symptoms, but in the subtle, invisible ways emotion lives within us. For decades, holistic practitioners have understood that thoughts, emotions, and beliefs leave their imprint in tissue, fascia, breath, and bone. Now, the medical world is slowly catching up. In the UK, there is now a clinical code to recognise grief and bereavement as a condition that impacts t

Ever wondered why listening to the gentle hum of a singing bowl, the murmur of waves, or the resonance of a deep gong relaxes you so much? Sound doesn’t just meet the ears — it travels through the bones, the blood, the breath. Every cell in the body is a tiny instrument, vibrating in tune with the frequencies around it. When the sounds we hear are harmonious, the body remembers its natural rhythm. The ancients knew this long before we had tuning forks or brainwave monitors. A

The Forgotten Art of Breathing Well By Sue Smith | Qisong Living Rhythm Series Even on Strictly Come Dancing , Tess Daly used to laugh and say, “Quick — get the oxygen tank!” as the dancers came off the floor flushed and breathless. It always made me smile — because it captures something deeply human. We believe that breathlessness means we need more air , when often, we simply need to breathe better. In that small confusion — that instinct to gasp rather than pause — we can

There are moments when life stands still — not in peace, but in pause. When every direction seems both possible and impossible. When the mind says “decide,” but the heart whispers, “wait.” That’s where Hecate lives. In ancient myth, she stands at the crossroads under the Moon — torch in hand, silent, patient, alive with knowing. She does not choose for us. She listens until we can hear our own body’s answer. Hecate is not the darkness we fear. She is the one who sees within i

True support is not absorbing someone’s storm — it’s standing steady beside it. Within the Qisong communities , a gentle theme has been moving like an undercurrent. Many are finding themselves dissolving into the emotions of others — caring so deeply that they lose the rhythm of their own breath. It’s a curious phenomenon, and one I’ve witnessed again and again in recent days. Yes, the Libra New Moon has been guiding us toward harmony and connection, illuminating our instinc

There’s a moment before every step — a breath of hesitation.That space where your body whispers, Is this the right move? But the truth is, we don’t find certainty first.We find it through  movement. Every time you act — even when unsure — you tell your body, I can trust you. That’s integrity in motion.Not the rigid kind that demands perfection, but the living kind that grows from every honest effort. Movement is how love becomes real. Its how the body learns safety again, how