Much of my life is spent dedicated to reducing stress. I began on this journey into singing, laughter and meditation because I needed it myself, and soon became keen to share this incredible healing process with others. Stress is much better understood these days. Apparently, adrenaline and cortisol are powerful hormones that would have increased our chances of survival when we were hunter gatherers, taking the blood to the legs and arms ready to fight or run. However, we no longer encounter the predators that we needed to run from. An instinct which was an evolutionary advantage is now a catalyst for illness and disease. The stress response not only drains blood from our vital organs and shuts down the body’s healing processes, it informs the body that it is not safe and shouldn’t rest. So alongside the physical, our mental and emotional health suffer dreadfully as a result. Fortunately, we have some tools in our hands. Singing and laughter initiate a switch in the body, from producing stress hormones to producing their antidotes; serotonin and endorphins, the body’s natural healers. And yet we have still a way to go.

I found myself thinking about another outdated evolutionary response this week. Prejudice, bias; the instinct to stick close to the tribe and treat the unfamiliar with suspicion. Historically these have almost certainly been an evolutionary advantage, but like the stress response that we have outgrown, nowadays they have an extremely negative impact on us all. We have come a long way in accepting and understanding stress, and as a result, we are in the process of undoing it. Yet aren’t all aspects of prejudice; racism; sexism; ageism; homophobia; anti-semitism; expressions of this same powerful fear for our own survival? In the wake of George Floyd’s death, perhaps there is an invitation. We can continue to fearfully deny and reject the existence of these deeply entrenched instincts, or we can bring recognition, compassion and understanding to them.

I find myself, in my grief, extending my prejudiced, immature hand to the whole human race with love for whoever each of us is, in whatever stage of our personal development. To George Floyd, to his friends, relatives, girlfriend and daughter who bear the brunt of yet another appalling and distressing wake up call. To every single one of us, because in major and minor ways, on a daily basis, we all suffer from this deeply entrenched, traumatic and sadistic way of thinking. To the police involved who are still so mired in this old way of seeing and doing that they do not realise the dreadful depths of pain inherent in acting upon this outdated instinct. Through their behaviour they demonstrate that they have barely begun the journey into knowledge, wisdom and the flowering of humanity which beckons all of us now. That they still have those very early steps to take on this path of recognising how we block and fight one another when we could cooperate with and celebrate each other, and how it so deeply wounds us all. This behaviour is rife. Here in the UK our role models in government exist within a system which requires them to sit in opposition to one another, aggressively defending their tribe. (Watching the news this week I found myself musing on the fact that the ‘shit sandwich’ – a criticism flanked on either side by words of encouragement, which teachers are so familiar with – has yet to make its way to parliament. The level of acrimony within our House is damaging and dangerous to us all). Rising above these entrenched instincts is not an easy task but it is one that benefits greatly from honesty, authenticity and acceptance of its deep hold on all of us. 

So here we are, in this together. Flawed, traumatised and in pain. And yet, on the threshold. Haven’t we all had enough? Not only of our violent, competitive instincts – but of how we respond to them in ourselves and each other. Perhaps we are finally ready to open the door to solidarity, patience, compassion and understanding, to recognise, pay our respects and lovingly undo the old ways that no longer benefit us. To birth life on this beautiful earth where everyone is loved no matter their ability, appearance, sexual orientation… simply loved, valued and encouraged to be ourselves. We have the answer. We have always had the answer. It is love. 

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In a month or so I will be going on maternity leave. In the last two weeks I have been giving in to plenty of nest-y impulses – cleaning, clearing and reorganising. And I have surprised myself by experiencing a new surge of energy for Lifebulb and a rather different perspective on the best way to approach my work.

This will be my second birth. For the first, I attended a hypnobirthing course – twice over. None of it stuck with me, and when labour started I hadn’t embedded any of the practices well enough – nor truly believed in them – for it to occur to me to even try to put myself in a state of deep relaxation. It was a fast and extremely intense labour – just 2.5 hrs – and was painful beyond anything I have ever experienced.

This time round I haven’t attended any courses. But I have been listening to the hypnobirthing tracks again, and something seems to have clicked. I went to the dentist last week to have an old filling drilled out. He suggested that we try to remove it without an injection, but that I should raise my hand if it was needed. I agreed. Although we didn’t know it, under the filling my tooth was rotten. As he began to drill, I practiced the self-hypnosis techniques. I was still aware of what was going on, but the pain and discomfort were no longer centre stage. I didn’t raise my hand. When he finished he congratulated me for being tough – but of course actually the opposite was true. My whole body, breath and being was soft and at ease.

I have also been joyfully re-educating myself on straightforward and easy childbirth (sounds impossible? There are now hundreds of hypnobirthing women on YouTube, laughing and chatting or in full, deep relaxation right until the moment that they ‘breathe the baby down’, without apparent pain. Here is one of my favourites) Not only is this changing my perception of birth, and connection to my body and baby, but of how powerfully our fables of fear affect each other, and what is possible when we re-examine them or work to dissolve them. I am in the process of creating self-hypnosis tracks for myself; for work, for self-development; to overcome the negative beliefs that limit me. It is a truly wonderful, heart-opening experience. So much to do before this spring-time baby arrives.

I have no idea how this next birth will go – I am by no means a seasoned practitioner. But I do know that self-hypnosis has given me a new tool to play with on the path to delight and love. Fancy stepping into a delicious alternative reality anyone?

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In August, two months before our planned choir tour to Italy, the recent round of severe earthquakes began. However, when weighing the (low) risk against the pleasure of sharing music and love with people going through a traumatic time, and hanging out in a beautiful country with wonderful choir members, the decision to go was easily made. We were greeted with great warmth and produced some of the best, most consistently connected and moving singing that I have ever been part of. One of the concerts had to be shifted from Acquasante Terme to another local village due to earthquake damage. The hosts presented many gifts, the most emotive of which were T shirts which read ‘La Calamita Non Distrugge L’identita Acquasanta Terme’. It seemed that the whole village turned out to feed us. The experience of giving and receiving so much love was amazing and humbling, as was the experience of receiving so much food. Never, even at Xmas, have I eaten so well. So as you stuff your hodge in the coming festivities, think of all the love that it represents. Trust me, there is always space for more than you think.

This week’s Laughter Yoga: Are YOU ready for Xmas?

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