Come as you are, on the day you're having. You don't need to believe in anything for this to work on your nervous system.
Bowls, gongs, and a lot of silence between. You lie under a blanket and do absolutely nothing. Bring a pillow.
Ceremonial cacao, sound, and an unhurried sharing circle. Twelve people maximum, because more than that and nobody really speaks.
Long held shapes with bowls underneath. I do this with different teachers around Lisbon, and it's my favourite thing to be part of.
Most of what I do is with somebody else, so this part of my page matters more to me than the rest of it.
You hold the days, I hold one evening and everybody sleeps properly for the first time all week. This is the thing I'm asked for most and the thing I most enjoy.
You teach, I play underneath. It costs you nothing to try, it fills better than either of us manages alone, and we split it evenly. I've done this with six teachers around Lisbon and it has never once not worked.
Studios, private houses, weddings occasionally, and once a very strange corporate offsite in the Douro. If you can gather twelve people I can probably get there.
I travel too much at the moment to commit to the same evening every week. Ask me again in the autumn.
I trained as a classical cellist and spent my twenties being told my playing was technically fine and emotionally absent. That turned out to be true about more than the cello.
Sound found me sideways, through a bowl someone handed me at a festival in Italy. I've been holding circles for eight years now, mostly in Sintra, and increasingly wherever someone invites me to.
New moon dates, where I'm travelling to, and the circles that fill before I have a chance to announce them properly.