The other day when the lock down grip was relaxed, we dug out our paddle board and hit the road. We found a beautiful sunny spot along the river and I launched off into the water with my little boy sat at the front as a mini captain. As we paddled peacefully along the English countryside life felt normal and wonderful again. The sun was on our body and the water was cooling our feet. It felt healing and soothing and I hoped more people were feeling the same sensation that day.

This new culture of staying indoors, wearing masks and social distancing is worrying me greatly. It is the opposite of how I know how to help and heal.

Children being taught that germs are bad and they must keep a distance from their friends is horrifying and I feel helpless. But I also have faith that enough people will listen to the whisperings of their souls and know that we are strong, infinite, beings of light, love and health and we are able to survive this ‘new’ world. That we do not not need to vaccinate or drug ourselves against the beauty of nature and we can trust in the intricate power and innate knowledge that our bodies hold.


I resisted the virus to my very core right from the start. To the point I argued with pretty much everyone I knew about it. But on the morning my husband woke me up and said we need to get the kids out of London today, I had to accept this ‘new’ way of life.

“The road blockages are coming in, the schools are being shut down, all businesses are closing” was what I woke to despite being adamant that it would never come to this in those early days. I just could not believe that so many people could throw all faith in their own health and bodies straight out of the window and turn on the news to be told a grim story of death and destruction.

We were the lucky ones. My Dad gave us his house in Cirencester to wait it out whilst he stayed with his girlfriend. We had a beautiful little garden and the countryside on our doorstep. A far cry from our 2-bed flat in London with only a concrete patio to call an outside space. We arrived in March, we breathed in the fresh air and have not looked back.

I dread to think how things might have been if we had had to stay in London. Our flat was lovely but cramped. The reason we had moved to London was to be amidst the progress, ambition, and opportunity. Things had been going incredibly well up until that fated morning. We were on the verge of signing a big deal on our festival Soul Circus. We had bagged some incredible sponsors and brands to partner for our 2020 event - “the best yet!” We were selling more tickets than we ever had before and we thought “this is it; we’ve made it!”  

Then the storm hit and all our plans lay bare on the ground.

Like many others, the illusion of safety and success was shattered. People were panic buying toilet paper, death toll headlines everywhere you looked, people scared to leave their houses and supermarkets looked like the apocalypse. Again, I fought it, read ALL the conspiracies, refused to believe anything on the news and took myself merrily down a few rabbit holes to avoid this ‘new’ reality.

I was told by more than one person that my views were dangerous, unfounded, wrong and ignorant. But I couldn’t help but ‘know’ in my soul that things were not adding up. The reason I read the material I did was because I believe it’s always good to have a broad view on all the information and not just follow ‘orders’ from people and organisations with their own agendas. Working in wellness for over 10 years had taught me a lot about what we are lead to believe about our bodies and health. We are conditioned to look outside of ourselves for the answers. To use medication instead of meditation as well as a whole host of other props instead of taking the time to sit quietly, look within, and listen.

Then came the “guidance” to not go outside. Anyone with kids knows that this is not acceptable, and I continued taking my kids on long walks in the countryside. Whatever the world threw at us it was never anything that a good walk could not cure. We discovered woodland, streams, rivers, meadows and more that we had no idea was around us. I pride myself in being an outdoors type of person, but I really was not living up to that statement before lockdown. It had all become too easy to just go to a coffee shop, pub, play park or soft play to entertain the family. Especially so since we had moved to the city. We had quickly lost the habit of going on adventures that we developed whilst travelling the world with our kids just a year earlier. London living had caused us to look for instant gratification rather than being creative with our daily lives.

It is so important for children to gain an understanding of the world and to learn how to connect with it. To find unity within everything that exists in our universe and know that everything, no matter how small is connected. The thing I enjoyed most about travelling with my kids was teaching them new skills using the environment available to us. We trekked through jungles learning about plants and animals, we surfed and swam in the changing tides of the ocean, we explored rocks and rivers, watched thunderstorms from the tops of mountains and bathed in hot volcanic springs. Any chance I got I tried to create excitement and wonder around nature to keep them interested and engaged in reality rather than turning to a screen for enjoyment. I wanted to to instill in their young minds a sense of curiosity and adventure that I hope will stay with them forever.

This sense of connection with nature that you get from being outside is our strongest ally against this virus. Knowing that the energy that runs through our bodies is the same as the energy that runs through every living thing in our universe. We are all part of the same collective consciousness and we must wake up to that.

Whatever the future holds we have to view every experience as a valuable lesson. I am grateful to the people who are questioning the narrative every day, I am grateful to my family and I am more than grateful to this beautiful planet that we get to experience everyday. This time has taught me to stop and listen, to understand the world and myself on a much deeper level and to never ever take anything for granted.