With a name like ' Sea ger', I guess it was always predestined that I would be a child of the tide. My mum made sure that my early years were spent running carefree on the beaches of her native North Devon, surfing the waves and sand dunes with our wooden belly boards until our thighs were worn red raw against the grain and our backs browned by the sun. Without those early memories and the strong connection to the heartbeat of the Atlantic, I don't think I would have survived

It was way back in 2001 that I first did an aromatherapy course. I'd been undergoing a really traumatic divorce which had left me feeling lost and making all the wrong choices. Just at the point that my body was going to give up on me, I went for a massage treatment with a young beauty therapist that was embarking on an aromatherapy course and suggested I be her training 'body' to practise on. In truth, those treatments saved me and opened my eyes to the power of Nature as

I don't know about you, but my world seems to consist of a daily onslaught of buzzing technology, deadlines and a hectic, fast-paced online reality. It's exhausting isn't it. We can never keep up. And yet, amidst all this stress, maniac wars and cortisol driving complications, I've notices that people are turning to Nature and rediscovering a profound healing power that has long since been forgotten. And I've experienced this power firsthand. I first became interested in n

When I was a child, I had a beautiful Hawthorn tree outside my bedroom window. I used to gaze out at her every morning in pure wonderment at her ever changing beauty. When my Mum died when I was ten, I often felt that tree was reaching out to me, as if to hug me in her branches and nurture me with her roots. She was a foundation of safety in a scary world, when I touched her, I was grounded to a wisdom far greater than my own .... it was like being back in my Mothers arms.