authenticleadership


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Have you ever been curious about a hunger inside, wondering how it can be filled? And through the acknowledgement of that hunger, discovered that you are so much more than you ever dreamt you could be? My own journey began with a quest of this nature. I needed to know…

I am not a dancer


It is true that sometimes in order to re-claim our soul, we must journey into the darker places, the mystery, the hunger, the deprivation that lingers. We must uncover the earth where sorrow lies and dig into the depths that have remained hidden for an eternity. To enter into the…

dark night of the soul


That very difficult question arises  ‘What do you do?’ And I try to put it in a nutshell, avoiding saying ‘I’m a dance teacher!’ But that is probably the easiest thing to understand, but this work is so much more than that! I might explain further – It is the…

‘What do you do?’




Are we not all desperately trying to reclaim our Sovereignty? Yet do we really know what it means? When I think of my own Sovereign, I think about myself as born with a soul in-tacked, of being complete and being loved for just who I am, in Gods eyes, never…

The Key To Our Own Sovereignty




Have you ever considered a teacher training to hold dance classes for your community? My dance offerings began over twenty two years ago, with 5 Rhythms classes in West Cork and then Cork City. I branched out to many other cities and countries around the world, offering the dance as…

Offering The Dance


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The woman’s body, tuned into the natural rhythms, it ebbs and flows and changes with its own seasons. Each part of it ages, just like the leaves from spring to autumn to winter and beyond. And like those leaves the woman’s skin becomes so very delicate, even more tender to…

the most delicate of petals




            That liminal space of transition the known and the unknown riding the wave ‘in-between’ these worlds the no longer & the not yet we ride that invisible wave a mandorla surrender that cannot be forced into I am here or there, again awaiting the…

Liminal space of transition