For as long as I can remember, holidays have been my escape. 

A pause button.
A place that felt better than my real life.
Somewhere I could breathe, feel lighter, more myself.

When I think about it, I realise this is most definitely a hangover from my teaching days… and come to think of it my own education prior to that!  My life was divided into periods of several weeks spent working before the next holiday arrived, and I constantly found myself counting down, hoping for time to pass quickly so I could finally feel 'free'.

But the thing is, and without realising it, that pattern fully embedded itself and quietly whispered:
“The grass is greener somewhere else.

That has, in turn became a mantra that has ruled every area of my life.

This last holiday showed me something different. 

I thought it would be fun, maybe even meditative. What I didn’t expect was how deeply this experience would mirror the kind of healing work I guide my clients through every day.

Because working with clay?
It demanded everything—my body, my mind, my presence, my patience.
And so does healing.

Here are the lessons that clay gently (and at times not-so-gently) reminded me of—and how they connect to the way we heal, grow, and come back home to ourselves.