Majestic moss. Serene snowdrops.

Yay. Happiest moment meeting the friendliest catto on a windy ridge in the Scottish countryside. Chatty and chirpy too. Obviously demanding of any human around to be let inside. It was fresh out there. And delicious. I ❤️ cattos!!

Guinea pig paradise (omg how cute are guinea pig babies?!?).

Have you seen this sweet story of a student opera singer (in the audience) stepping in to duet with an opera singer on stage? It’s adorable.

It’s full moon tonight - a silver snow moon to be precise. There’s a mysterious harp journey in A Harmonic Minor over on Late Nite Harp with the power of the full moon imbued in it, if you fancy a magical ride.

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Gorgeous angel lady and her doggo Mugshot.

Joined Mitchell Library today. Last time I had a library card was 20 years ago. I was like a kid in a candy store and that was for the 1970s (original) carpets alone 😍 Love them all. The book and tree design is a nice touch too. Here comes the carpet porn…

Meet sassy Linda from HR.

A beautiful calm piece has just been released over on Late Nite Harp. I Dream of Flower Meadows is here for you to enjoy.

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For those who like their techno hard, fast and fly, this is the exciting CLTX.

Here’s another of his sets with an awesome retro feel in places. Pumping with energy. ✨💃🏾 Could dance my socks off to this.

I’m empathy giggling with this lad stuck in the mud. I’d be the same, possibly crying rather than laughing. It seemed to go from bad to worse. He was a good sport though considering he slipped for a solid 3 mins.

Also, this young lassie navigating more mud. Memories made. 😆

Just had one of those thoughts only kids and grown up kids have: if I could choose only one smell in the whole wide world, it would be the smell of crisp fresh air on a winter’s day.

This video blows my mind. ‘To infinity and beyond!’ as Buzz would say. ✨🚀✨

Three heartwarming animal stories to fill you up and brighten your day.

Larry’s Story

PJ the Pigeon and her sweet, gentle friends

Remy the Rescue

Loving the new Netflix series Arcane. Discovered it by closing my eyes and picking something at random. Had no idea what the synopsis was either. Just started watching. It was a magical pick. Artwork and animation are sumptuous and spectacular.

Meet Jill the Squirrel. Cutest relationship ever 💖

⭐️🌟 A wonderful harp project has almost reached fruition! 🌟⭐️

💃🏾 My new uplifting, magical, cosmic harp meditation course will be released soon on Insight Timer🕺🏽

✨🌍 The Planets: Inspiring Guidance & Cosmic Harp Journeying 🌏✨

Here’s an introduction to tickle your senses.

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Not for the faint hearted but fun nonetheless.

The music last night was eclectic, hypnotic, hardcore. The club night’s called Need for Speed, afterall. Sometimes it was so hard my brain took a moment to adjust. Luckily my ears were ok - earplugs rule ✌🏼

There was a beautiful back to back set from two Glaswegian lassies (Neoma and Aisha), full of uplift and playfulness (will definitely link to some of there sets in due course), then Charlie Sparks entered the booth and made it extra hard, industrial, helter skelter-ish, with a touch of exotic, choral and experimental.

On my sit down break there was a chatty, sweet girl who kept talking to me. We had the same conversation three times, which began with her asking “ Where are you from?”. I giggled the third time she asked and then, when I told her I was a harpist she nearly fainted. To some people, it’s an instrument only angels play, especially when you’re high as a kite on a Friday night.

There were sweaty boys acting like Mr Universe contestants, tops off, full posturing occuring. There were women in string bikini tops, with an aura of ‘don’t mess with me or I’ll cut you’ expressions.

I was here, there, everywhere. Trying to find my place. I’m grateful I felt confident enough to move around the space (not always the case as my legs can feel quite wooden at times). I was just trying to find a little area to dance in and enjoy others dancing around me. It’s actually quite hard to find that bubble. I found myself getting exasperated with people’s lack of awareness and did inadvertently poke a few people when they got too close. If they’re gonna barge me, I’m gonna get my claws out. They got the message - give the spiky lady some room.

I tentatively made it onto the dance floor for all of 2 mins. The ‘mosh pit dance floor’ was intense and hot. Legs and arms everywhere. Sometimes the music hastened to such banging bpms that ravers felt called to sit on their friend’s shoulders, happy as can be, high as kites in more ways than one.

For me, as soon as I heard the beats, in the queue outside the club, I knew I was in the right place. My body started to fizzle. There was no controlling it - it wanted to move!! I wasn’t the only one. People live for the beat. I feel it. I see it. It’s like a magical spell, cast upon the crowd.

It’s a funny feeling, going out at midnight, away from my cosy, quiet, familiar, safe home environment, (sometimes I think “do I want even want to go?”). I get the last train to the city on a Friday night, enter an underground club full of intense heat, flashing lights, dark corners, sweaty bodies, chaotic movements, and often overwhelming music. And despite all the challenges, I keep going back. The monontonous beat calls to me like a Siren. Something deep within tells me to get back in there, knows it’s good for my soul. I feel alive, unhinged, expansive. It’s my surprising heritage.

Before I went clubbing last night I read this dance therapy article about how to prepare to for a dance session. I love what it touches upon. How the body holds trauma and your past stories unravel as you dance, with stuck energy being released. An ecstatic dance sesh can be amazing therapy for the mind. Also, how you’re extremely vulnerable when you dance and that’s why it can be hard for some people because it shows people around you something about yourself and your movements. You can’t hide.

I consciously went into the space ready to explore my bodily parameters, especially as I’ve been getting fitter and more light footed recently. My body didn’t disappoint…hooray! Firstly I had no foot pain - that’s massive. Usually, all my waking thoughts go to my right foot but today they got a break and could focus more on balance exercises and hip strengthening. God bless orthotic insoles. I couldn’t do without them.

I had one session of sitting down, rather than the usual multiple chair encounters and I basically jogged on the spot (with some sense of rhythm : ), occasionally waving my arms around, for a couple of hours. Last night was all about hips - the stonger my hips are, the more capable I am of not wobbling around. So it was also a night of plies. I’ve spent my entire life with my hips internally rotating…..on nights like these, they get a chance to explore other, more normal directions. This is invaluable when navigating a packed club full of drunk people.

The sweetest ball of parrot sunshine.

Off to see Charlie Sparks. Off for a dance jaunt. Lift those legs Miss Honeychurch. Here I come.

I’m bubbling over with joy yay! Today, I recorded the audio for my latest, 11 part course on planets, astrology and cosmic harp sound waves. It’s coming together perfectly. This has been a mammoth project and it’s going to be an amazing listen. Woo hoo for creative flow! ✨❤️‍🔥✨

I release myself from people who stifle my evolution.