Wave after wave, each wave a beat, each beat repeating, each stretch receding - you must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, and scale the beach for a ship in reach and a star to steer her by. A windy day with the white clouds flying, mist and spray and the sea-gulls crying, waves uncurling, deep, rich pressure, limbs unfurling, buried treasure, hot then cold, stretched out like rigging, hoist your sails, whole body swimming. Let's dive into this crashing commotion, into this never-ending ocean, into the tide and rolling weather, where waves will put you back together, rubbing, working out that knot using hands of cold and hot. To make your oceans calm once more, unwind your sails and leave the shore.
Revive body and mind with The Hard Days Night
For one brief golden moment rare like wine, the gracious city swept across the line. I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born, where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze, no fields of waving corn. The music tells you something, something you’ll understand, stretch and cool down, like you’ve been running, someone will hold your hand. Warm pyjamas, the arch of fabric lifting you up into the air and grounding you once more. It's been a long, cold lonely winter but now it’s time to sleep, feels like years since you’ve been here, now it’s time to sleep and navigate these chartered streets…wandering...wondering... Here comes the sun.
Be in the moment with Synaesthesia
...stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway...a condition where a sensation in one of the senses, such as hearing, triggers a sensation in another...sound may evoke sensations of colour...it may taste like gumdrops or look like thunder, smell of fresh green grass or make you laugh, a synaesthetic wonderland painted in shades of the English countryside. Come have cider with Rosie, here’s a neat glass bottle the paper label says ‘DRINK ME' in beautiful print. If, like Alice, you venture to taste it, you’ll find it very nice, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast. `What a curious feeling!' said Alice; “I must be shutting up like a telescope”...The boards on the ceiling are melting like water. Words break up and go floating away. Chords of smooth music surge up in your head, thick tides of warmth and birdsong, swimming in langours of feathered deas, spiralling cosily down...
Strike a chord deep within with The Sound Bath
Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams, alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves and the great waves of emotion which move out from a place deep within. Swim in music, bathe in sound, feel the wave build higher and steeper until it darkens the sky, the crest trembles and begins to spill and a great mass crashes down, intangible but immersive. Exhale, let it roll away and take flight into the summer’s night like a hot air balloon. Am I coming or going? You’re falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon of the physical world. An alien concept to blow you away: listen to the raging silence deep within and let it take you to winged places.
Be radiant with The Validation Facial
Just relax your face. Let go of the expressions which clamour for attention, the tautness of your brows, the line of your lips. Drop your mask, here is the space just to be. To be on the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow - be a lantern in the darkness, an umbrella in the rain, be a snowflake amongst many, knowing none are quite the same. Words can set you free - give you the freedom just to be. “You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.” Fly now - fleeting glimpses of your inner self flash past your mind’s eye as a cartographer traces the expanse of your skin, rich butters and fruit makes you glow from within - mapmaker, matchmaker, make me a match! Find me a find, catch me a catch! Smile. Be radiant. If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
Step down your busy mind with The Tales Of Bath
A fairy tale, and a clear, warm morning. The wind blows deliciously over the mountainside. The sky is mottled with small clouds. Dew lies in round drops upon the leaves, and hangs like tiny diamond earrings from the blades of grass. Down and down the path goes, then up, and then down and then up again, getting more and more rugged. By and by, you come to a little stream which jabbers and prattles down the hill, and up the side of the stream went both path and thread. And still the path grows rougher and steeper, and the mountain grows wilder, till Irene began to think she was going a very long way from home; yet still you and she go further into the mountain made by goblins to discover it’s only a dream, and in fact a cavern awaits you, bathed in ripples of pearly light and crowned in fragrance. The artistry of a hot bath, drawn in the depths of a city, in the shade of a mountain, where you find comfort in its waters. Slip below the surface, find the ancient echoes of underground springs, bubbling hot and beautiful, many leagues under the sun.
You are the narrator of your own story. Just decide where you want to go.
Authors referenced: Keith Bellows, Roald Dahl, Robert Frost, Dr Seuss, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, John Masefield, Claude McKay, The Beatles, The Dubliners, William Blake, Laurie Lee, Lewis Carroll, Oksana Rus and Dejan Stojanovic and George MacDonald.