Beltane is celebrated on May 1st indicating the half way point of the spring equinox and summer solstice. The season of union between Goddess and God, of deep found love and the coming together of perfect love and trust. This appeared to have happened between lovely Bee Helygen, Priestess of Cerridwen and Danny from Paintedhorse on the magical land of Avalon. The ladies training to be priestess’ of Cerrdiwen with Bee, including our very own Livvy Adams took part in Beltane celebrations calling in the Goddess on the land, singing, connecting and spinning tales of magic and mystery. The horses made their presence felt at the calling in and later rolled consecutively at the end of the session. When Livvy completes her Priestess training she will offer a listening ear to people from either her therapy room or outside with the horses. She also helps animals at their time of crossing over and owners to come to terms with this process. We will keep you posted as to when this service becomes available to the general public.
Therapist Livvy Adams who has recently teamed up with Juniper was asked to offer some healing to an equine therapy herd based in Sherborne called The Healing Herd. Livvy who founded Paintedhorse understands the value of keeping the horses and ponies who work in this line of work mentally and emotionally sound. ‘Horses, such as my own – Gunner, can be very stoic and take on board a lot of the emotional pain from the person in the therapy session and store it up without it showing, but it does start to affect their well-being over time’ Livvy explains, ‘offering healing on a regular basis can help horses like Gunner re-balance and let go of anything that doesn’t belong to him’. Livvy works intuitively using Reiki, crystals, massage, sound and Essential Oils. If you would like to discuss any aspects of her healing work for your own horses or to book a session please get in touch.
“It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain” – Oriah Mountain Dreamer
This poem came to mind recently as I left Dorset for pastures new in Glastonbury. This time the part of the poem that jumped out was the bit about betrayals – have I been opened by them? I am not shrivelled or closed, my heart is still open to people, but was I opened by those betrayals? What does that mean?
Last week I sat in a lay-by pondering my circumstances and options. I had just managed to get up a winding forest hill road and find a safe place to pull over as my clutch finally burnt out. I was 2.1 miles from where I would be counselling someone in 3 hours. I was early as I had arranged to meet a friend for a catch up first. I texted her to let her know and she came to find me. My bladder decided it also wanted in on this drama. I smiled, no point crying, this is life – see the thread of humour George. I knew the moment my car died would eventually come, but I had no money to replace the clutch and even if I did this little banger would not make its next MOT due to the amount of welding. Another ‘Dorset’ relationship, over. My friend met me in the lay by with a drink of water and was amazingly quick at helping pack my car belongings into bags and into her car – my car is like a home so there was quite a bit of stuff! A local garage agreed to come out and tow away Noddy2 and I watched as he left my life 15 minutes later. It seemed like the last page of the Dorset chapter had turned and was now closed. There is a clip in a movie that came to mind for this moment – ‘The Money Pit’ with Tom Hanks who after yet another mishap on his money pit house begins to laugh in a ridiculous way, its hilarious. I am not sure how long this link will last but here. That was me last week.
Before I left Dorset a few things occurred to test my resolve. One of which was I heard something that once would have angered me – yet another persons betrayal – but it did not anger me in the same way. Not since a special equine therapy session last year, where a wise horse told me to make friends with my anger as its not going anywhere. It was innate emotion, there to protect and there for survival. Sometimes we are told we are not allowed to show anger, as children anger is not usually tolerated by adults around us. Some of us are even told its not ‘lady-like’. So it becomes suppressed within us in different ways, and this is what causes the issues not the anger itself, which if you think about it is quite transient. To reflect further, I was once quite passive and over many moons eventually learnt that it doesn’t pay to be passive, as in response people were quite nasty towards me or took advantage in one way or another. An art history performance called Rhythm 0 in 1979 conducted by artist Marina Abramovic disturbingly showed what could happen to a passive person with no boundaries. Reading what happened to this performance artist was chilling, someone tried to rape her, whilst another cut her neck and drank her blood. Interestingly when the performance was over and she became her ‘normal’ self the audience ran away as they couldn’t face her.
How some people treated me upset me, particularly family or those close at one time, my feelings grew into a despair, and at some stage anger surrounded my despair in a layer of protection. Stored-anger often surrounds grief and sadness and I wonder if at this stage is more accurately called resentment, one that can have an explosive state of rage. Anger if expressed at the time of hurt is usually released quickly and does not cause the injury that suppressed anger can. Releasing compressed-anger safely has been quite a journey for me. I have acknowledged all those times I have not spoken up for myself, all those times I have remained silent, all those times people have stepped over my boundaries because I did not make them clear enough, all those times I have put my dreams/goals/wishes to one side for someone else’s. My self-belief that ‘I am not as important’. I re-wrote my self-belief from childhood scripts, and got under my stored-anger layer. I am now working on releasing grief and despair – so really what better time to have some betrayal?
I recently came across two books and I love the way that happens when you are seeking answers. In ‘You can Heal your Heart’ by Louise Hay and David Kessler there was a perfect paragraph “every relationship is assigned to you for your healing. Grief after any relationship gives you the window to heal your wounds and begin anew. Each relationship gives you an opportunity to face your fear and anger, they give you the chance to come closer to authentic healing and true love“. In ‘Returning to Oneness, the seven keys of ascension’ by Leslie Temple-Thurston, I was drawn to chapter three – ‘the second key: Forgive all betrayals‘. How apt I thought as she explained ‘forgiveness’ clearly in a way I had not been able to comprehend before. Having the experience of betrayal and being third dimensional – so therefore in our ego states or analytical mind – we often ‘feel hurt, a sense of loss, breech of trust and even victimised’. We attract more of the same. I certainly did. The ‘tension of these experiences build up in the diaphragm’ – which is where I grew my cancer tumour of resentment – and this ‘tension-hardened’ muscle acts as a barrier between our 3 base chakras (worldly consciousness) and our 4 higher chakras (spiritual consciousness).
By meditating we can tap into our spiritual consciousness so we can explore further where we maybe holding the hurt of betrayal, as it can store beyond our consciousness. I wondered if this is why we can take emotions such as grief with us into other lifetimes? I suspect I may have done this, which is why betrayal is being presented to me again – for healing. Can I be opened by it? See it as an opportunity to let go of it all and move forward to align to my souls purpose? Betrayal and resentment, hatred even, has no value to my soul, only love is real (which is another fantastic book by Dr Brian Weiss). Under parental control we became either; ‘dominant/ rebellious/ assertive’ or ‘passive/ submissive/ victimised’, I did fall into the latter, but became more rebellious and outspoken as life went on and my anger grew. When we are born it does not take long before we are plugged into what I refer to as ‘The Matrix’ – yes, after the movie of the same title in 1999. This matrix is one of control, of separation, and of games and drama of our own making. If we believe something was done to us, we feel separate – this is third dimension stuff. But we are also fifth dimension beings, vaguely aware that we are trapped in time and space in the third dimension but knowing there is something more than this, and perhaps questioning if any of this is even real? The truth is that we are all unified, part of each other, oneness. So I betrayed myself as much as I was betrayed, I chose to come here, I chose to create or be involved in all of my experiences, I chose my parents, friends, relationships – each presenting for an opportunity to heal the soul (from a fifth dimension perspective). The process of unplugging from the matrix of the third-dimension can be hard, and if we don’t ‘take the blue pill’ and look around its all very familiar, we know this on some level. Can I unlock the second key and forgive myself as well as others? Can I be opened by life’s betrayals? As I sat in the horse field most of this week, car-less, with a wonderful herd of ponies feeling anything but separate, I suspect I may have turned the key of forgiveness.
In its place I have begun to create a new business venture with a friend, one who incidentally – for those of you who like to tie up loose ends – got me to my counselling placement in good time so I could complete my final session with my client and then drove me back home to Glastonbury.
See Blog: Be with the Herd
Creative writing can be a useful tool for personal growth and development. I recently attended such a workshop with Sue Ashby included as part of my counselling training. We were challenged to write ‘free-flow’ for 6 minutes, even if we repeated the same word until other words came to mind. We started the exercise with the word ‘If’. After the 6 minutes we stopped writing and underlined things that interested or surprised us. We then chose a sentence, used it as our next title and began writing again for 6 minutes. For me, it was great to express and not worry about editing for readers, that was the cathartic bit and the time limit seemed to help with the flow. It was an interesting exercise which I will take into the counselling room with me for clients who wish to use writing as a way of expressing themselves. If you like the idea of creative writing for personal development here are 5 more ways to use creative writing for yourself:
- A letter from your heart to your mind – for times you have conflict, you could write a letter from both, but often the heart doesn’t have the voice over the logical part of the mind.
- A letter from your emotions (anger, sadness, fear, joy) – expressing our emotions can be difficult, it is interesting to see what things get written on free flow.
- An unsent letter to someone (or something) lost – because its unsent there is an honesty that can come from free flow writing that allows us to just express our feelings without sending it anywhere…and sometimes there is nowhere to send the letter.
- Same event, different perspectives – this is a little bit like the ’empty chair’ exercise in Gestalt therapy where one person talks at an empty chair imagining someone in it, then changes seats and becomes that person to reply. Of course there may be many perspectives over one event which may give the writer more empathy for others at the end of the exercise.
- A letter to a place – this could be as a goodbye upon moving and could even be more specific and include an old home, or to express feelings over an event that occurred in a place.
When I move from a place, a home more specifically, I usually smudge with a joss stick or white sage to take my energy with me. I think I got this practice from reading a Feng Shui book 16 years ago and its stayed as part of my moving homes ritual, which may seem a strange ritual to mention until perhaps I add I have moved 34 times so far. My DBS checks are always so much fun! The longest time I have spent in one house is 10 years. This was my family home in the town where I was born, but I only lived in that town throughout my teenage years. I have stayed in one other county for as long since then, but admittedly moved homes 8 times within its boundaries…
I first met you in autumn 2007, when I was on a coastal trip from Exeter with St Luke’s Teacher Training College. The chemists and physicists got to see Lulworth Cove and study the amazing Jurassic rock formations, and the biologists (myself included) walked a steep hill and did quadrat samples on the grass and quite frankly we could have been anywhere in the country. At least we saw a bit of your coast line whilst having our lunch. On the trip back, a fellow PGCE student asked if I would swap my placement for his as he was a surfer. He had got Weymouth and Poole, whilst I was down for Barnstable and Ilfracombe (better surfing opporunities). Although Barnstable was where my grandpa George was from originally and I was intrigued about living there, I thought Dorset would be closer to my sister and niece who would be an hour away in Salisbury so I would get to visit more often. I swapped.
I visited you again for several days later that year when I visited my first school placement at Budmouth College in Weymouth. I met a geography teacher who was looking for a lodger and I moved in with her for the start of Spring term 2008. Barnes Wallis Close my first address here, around the corner from school and perfect for someone without a car. I got to know Weymouth pretty well, which bus to take to town and when to avoid the bus as it would be full of students!
I bought an old red micra called Noddy just before I moved to lodgings opposite Poole Park for my summer term placement at Parkstone Grammar school, Poole and got to know Poole and Bournemouth fairly well too. I was a big fan of Poole pottery and ‘painting your own’. I also enjoyed a mindful walk around the lake and sometimes coastal path between lesson planning in the evenings or at weekends.
I returned to Weymouth for my first teaching post at Budmouth and rented a room above a teachers garage for autumn term. I finally admitted defeat when it got so cold in there that the water froze as it touched the sink. I moved back in with the geography teacher and warmed up for spring and summer term. At the end of summer that year I organised a fossil hunting trip for a group of year 7 for activities week, we got to explore chisel beach and we went successful fossil hunting. It was a shame the weather was too bad on the Friday for the glass bottom boat trip on the lagoon. Harry Potter at the cinema was the only thing that could have helped the disappointment – that’s me, not the students.
I explored and climbed your rugged rocks around the isle of Portland, as a mate at the time rented a room from a rock climbing landlord. I recall he had a sofa called ‘the seat of truth’ turned to face the window and the view of chesil beach linking Portland to the mainland in Weymouth. It was great to watch the sun go down from there. And it was a sobering walk from the The Cove pub back to her room. When she moved to Weymouth we discovered Finns, a very important haunt that got us both through a standard teaching week!
In Sep 2009 I moved to Portland to teach at Royal Manor, and lived in Wakeham by Church Ope Cove which was peaceful at that time of year. I often walked down the many steps to the beach to listen to the waves crashing upon the rocks and pebbles. I once ran from Fortuneswell to Portland Bill Lighthouse with a colleague who was training for a half marathon. My goal was to blow off the teaching blues and being ex Army I always think I can just do these things without training. I recall I couldn’t walk normally for about 2 days much to the students amusement. Years later I would finally get around to walking up all the steps in Portland Bill and be lucky enough to see dolphins swimming up to the boats out at sea from one of the windows. On the rugged rocks around Portland Bill after a nostalgic walk around Fortuneswell I even received a marriage proposal.
I briefly left you in 2010 when my career in teaching came to an abrupt end, and consequently I couldn’t afford to stay in my flat so stayed at a mates in Amesbury whilst she was on tour. Weeks later Budmouth offered me a supply teaching post which I came back for but sadly the damage of teaching was already done. I did however make up my mind to stay and the only way that was achievable was to invite a long lost father to rent with me – and his two terriers. We moved to dog friendly Cerne Abbas in a lovely home called Ginger Fox Cottage, Duck Street and I could see the cheeky Giant waving his bits at me every morning as I drew back the curtains. I appreciated the village life in your more rural parts and I soon rekindled my love of horses up the road at Home Farm in Minterne Magna and it all inspired me to set up my business Juniper Animals.
I bravely took a teaching assistant job at Colfox in Bridport to support my business and became a little more familiar with your more arty bohemian town. A year later I took up lecturing at Kingston Maurward college teaching the science and welfare subjects in the Animal Care dept. Moving around the campus between lessons sure beat the noisy corridors of a secondary school. My niece joined us for a year in Cerne and she ran wild in a way you could as a child in yesterday years.
In October 2013 my niece and I moved to your county town of Dorchester. We went on several ghost walks and learnt more about the Roman town of Durnovaria and often went for walks around the place taking in the old architecture. I became reacquainted with Lulworth Cove and other old haunts as I explored them again with my niece. For her birthday we went on a coastal activity and got to kayak out of your cove and around the coast towards Durdle door. We ditched the kayaks at the stair hole for a bit of coasteering – can’t beat a bit of jumping off rocks into the sea in October!
When a friend moved in with us for a while and we got touristy once more. I finally visited Brownsea island and travelled around Old Harry Rocks by boat. We visited Athelhampton house which is just stunning and we set the world to right in the secret hiding seats between two conifers in the garden. My niece and I got to know your Piddle Valley area very well as that’s where Jac our first horse lived for 3 years. I enjoyed the hacks out and foraging in the hedgerows with him. There was a bit of time spent in Dorchester hospital when my niece was paralysed, but thankfully more time spent at Aquae Sulis chiropractors where she fully recovered. I remember I had to find a posh dress to wear for the Venus Business awards finalists ceremony in Poole and I never did find out who voted for me in the first place.
I began my counselling studies in Dorchester, and continued at Poundbury, where I have watched Prince Charles’ project town develop more and more. I have even spotted 2 royals whilst being here.
Like my teaching career, fostering came to an abrupt end. It ended before my counselling training was finished and the only way to continue studying and keep Jac (our pony) was to give up renting the flat. An opportunity came up which would mean leaving you, but I did not take it as I had decided to wait. Wait to see if ‘blood is thicker’ than the pull of dark energy. Wait to see if there was any foundation to that marriage proposal on the rocks at Portland. I embraced my vulnerability in waiting, then I accepted my reality, there was nothing more to wait for as it was all in the past. As they say, there’s no point looking back, as you ain’t going that way. Thankfully that opportunity has come back around to make sure it collects me this time. Dorset, I appreciate you letting me stay this long, and I am grateful for a real mix of opportunities and adventures here. I may have moved many times but goodbyes don’t get easier, so here is my fond farewell to you and I ask you to look after all those lovely people I have met here over the last 10 years, even those who are no longer part of my life. I’m not going too far away and I will no doubt be back to visit from time to time.
“And suddenly you know its time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings” – Eckhart von Hochheim.
BE Potter is exploring the world of sound therapy with horses, which you may have seen on her first session at Paintedhorse. I invited her along to play her Native American flute for Jac and the girls. We weren’t bargaining on the strong wind and how it competes with the player – especially on the longer deeper sounding flute, but Britta managed brilliantly. These are our highlights, enjoy.
Jac needed a little bit of time to process things after the flute session. He kept showing me his back legs as if trying to tell me something about them historically speaking. I gave his back legs a rub and some reiki. We then gave him some space as he had gone into a trance. Before we reached the bottom of the hill however he came racing down and tried to get Britta to run with him. She politely declined and instead he had to make do with me racing off attempting to gain a head start (a game we sometimes play). He kicked up both his back legs and squealed which I have never seen him do before. He caught up with me in no time. Jac has been kicking up his back legs when he gets playful ever since the sound therapy session and I feel something shifted in him emotionally…and possibly physically as he was showing signs of stiffness with his back legs. It doesn’t appear to be there now, I guess time will tell and of course I can always invite Britta back for another session (on a less windy day!).
This photo does look like the scene of an aftermath party, but was actually after an Essential Oil Therapy session with Sky and Annie who came to visit for the day. Sky, affectionately known as Squiddles, is a 5 month old collie with boundless bags of energy. Annie her older collie companion often finds Sky hanging off her back, ears, scruff, tail with her teeth. I had my oils handy for an impromptu session and they both got interested so I started pulling bottles out of the box for selection. Annie selected floral oils noted for emotional support such as rose which is good for anger/resentment and is found to be nurturing, and those for calming such as roman chamomile. Squiddles on the other hand was quick to dismiss most oils until Valerian which has a slight sedative or calming effect and is said to give a euphoric feeling. Minutes after spending some inhaling this oil she had a good snooze. As did Annie, appreciating some peace and quiet we suspect. The rest of us in the room had to put up with the smell of valerian which if you have never smelt it, does kinda smell like week old sports socks!
Valerian is also a favourite with cats who prefer the dried herb form. This little ‘Tabby’ had hers sprinkled on a mat outside and rubs her cheeks into the herb whilst processing it all. Again you will note this is outside, as it really does smell like sweaty socks.
When I first heard Carrie Bradshaw say these lines I recall they resonated with me as that’s what I have been looking for. My whole life. Until recently this ideal had never been challenged. I don’t mean people had never suggested to me that my expectations were too great or I had a ‘fairy tale complex’, I mean I myself had never challenged this belief. What was my belief exactly? Well, boy meets girl, they fall in love, they live happily ever after. Like my own Gran and Grandpa who were married 50 years until physically separated by death. And where did this belief come from? Childhood I guess. I remember reading a lot of ‘Happily Ever After’ books and dreaming about my moment of riding off into the sunset.
I had a few reality checks along they way. Parents divorce. Estranged father. First boyfriend cheating on me. Second boyfriend cheating on me. Husband cheating on me. You may have noticed a pattern? I remember the first year of marriage being a huge shock to the system because of my expectations of what it would be like. I often thought, ‘why on Earth did my mother not warn me about this?’ Why was my marriage so hard? We are supposed to be on ‘happily ever after’ now. My sister wisely reflected, that after a wedding such as I had had (rural Scotland, old castle, hilarious ceilidh) that anything after that was going to be decidedly less exciting. One of the last days I spent in my marital home before we separated, I recall looking at the beautiful, solid, Mexican pine furniture he had insisted on getting as ‘it would last’. He was right, it did. Longer than our marriage.
I insisted afterwards, that I would meet ‘the one’, he was still out there. I would just have to be wiser or an even better idea – I would just listen to my friends opinions on who I picked next, as they seemed to know my ex-husband wasn’t right for me long before I did. I basically gave away my power as I didn’t trust myself at all. I had a brief relationship a year later, only when it ended I realised it was the infamous ‘rebound’ one. Whilst we were together I remember an uncle asking me ‘do you think you can keep this one this time?’ I replied, ‘the real question is whether he can keep me’. Good retort, but his words did hurt me. They hurt because they resonated with another script, that it was my responsibility for keeping a relationship together. Even when it was clear ‘this-one-this-time’ was using all my money up.
Fast forward to a decade later, I finally got my fairy tale boy-meets-girl which reinforced by script, my belief. My niece had come to live with me and as the new girl at school, she was assigned another girl to look after her. They both became good friends, best friends. One day we all walked past a bookshop it sparked a conversation about my nieces friends dad. I realised I knew who he was. I had known him 5 years ago when I worked at the same place. As chance would have it without this discovery, I would have ended up meeting him the following day anyway as my niece and his daughter were doing an activity together. Destiny! If this was fiction, this would definitely be a ‘cute meet’. Within no time at all he became a real love – ridiculous – consuming – inconvenient. It seemed eighties romantic rock music played wherever we went. We were going to move into together and be a family unit. That idea was a short lived as storm clouds gathered around us and we did not move in together. We instead lived separately, but stayed together despite how dark it got around us. I was determined that if we separated it would only be because we chose it ourselves not because of other people and their agendas. Our relationship lasted four years when we decided to end things, not to sound Avril Lavigne about it but ‘so much for my happy ending‘ I thought sadly.
On my counselling journey over the last year, I have had a lot of beliefs challenged, discovered scripts I didn’t realise I had and re-written a lot of them. Society had given me a belief of what ‘real love’ looks like, my belief. Mine didn’t look like that, so mine must be wrong. I have to try harder. Its a bit like the ‘ideal Christmas’ – what it ‘should’ look like, anything else and I have failed. But love is supposed to conquer all, and it didn’t, how can that be? It has taken me a while to realise love starts from within, my internal feminine and masculine embracing. Then I am not on a mission to feel complete from an external source. My ‘cute meet’ is undoubtedly one of my soul mates, my mirror – and I have tried my best to deal with all that he has reflected to me, particularly my mistrust in men. I acknowledged the script from the inner child who believed she wasn’t lovable enough for her father to stay, so why would any other man. And contrary another belief, a soul mate does not necessarily mean for life, it could just be for a season or a reason but it doesn’t mean they are any less important to your evolution. It has been a wonderful but crazy journey with him and one I now wouldn’t change. I can accept it for what it was and let go of my expectations. Love has many amazing and different forms. It is not limited to a set of beliefs and ideals. It can guide us all sorts of different ways through life. Love doesn’t always involve staying together, it can mean letting each other go, but with love and light. Maybe that’s what is meant by unconditional love. In changing my perception and understanding of love, it now feels that I can keep hold of one of my beliefs that love conquers all, but I can let go of the Hollywood adaptation of it.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it” – Rumi
Where better to spend Valentines Day but in a field full of ponies?
The Juniper herd requested an Essential Oils Therapy session today and thankfully I carry at least peppermint oil in my pocket when visiting so we had to make do with one oil – they didn’t seem to mind as they are all ‘peppermint ponies’. Peppermint is a firm favourite of equines as those of you who have ever had polos in your pocket may have noticed.
As a lot of you know, Jac has been with me for 3 years now so inevitably he is good at communicating when he wants an oil session. If he needs to inhale the oil, lick the oil from my hand or have it rubbed on his coat. As a trained practitioner I sometimes work undiluted with some oils and Jac will take breaks to have some water to do his own dilution (which you can see some of in the video). Of all the Flehman responses I have seen over the years to oils or other interesting scents, I have never seen Jac show one yet – which highlights even when observing responses behaviourally we are all different. Jac does yawn to release things, licks and chews, and lowers his head before snorting some of which are seen in the video. As captured on film Jac will also walk off when he is done. I have known Storm and Lily for a few months now, they are both still keen on peppermint. Storm used to lick the oil but now only needs to inhale, whereas Lily still likes to lick the oil which is possibly supporting her knees which are a little stiff as she is an equine gal in her twenties.
Peppermint (Mentha piperita) Essential Oil is fairly inexpensive, has a long shelf life, and has well documented therapeutic properties such as an anti-inflammatory, anti-microbial, circulation stimulant, muscular-skeletal support (aches, sprains – good for box rest and long trailer journeys), and supports the respiratory system, regulates the nervous system and aid digestion system (my oil of choice in a colic situation awaiting the vet). It also supports some skin conditions such as itchiness and sun burn, however as peppermint can be a slight dermal irritant it is best diluted. If you are interested in learning more we are running our next Essential Oils workshop in Glastonbury at Paintedhorse on the 4th March 2017.
Oh and its not all about horses. Dog owner? There’s a workshop for you on the 5th March.
Cat owner? We have something lined up for you a little later in the year.
*** GLASTONBURY WEEKEND SPECIAL ***
Sat 4th March 2017
Essential Oil Therapy for Equine Owners (Pt 1) (£80)
Sun 5th March 2017
Essential Oil Therapy for Dog Owners (Pt 1) (£80)
Location: Paintedhorse, Glastonbury
Timings: 0930 – 1500 hrs (both days)
Attend both days with a 25% discount
(£120 instead of £160)