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I was working with a group of women recently demonstrating little techniques to help with grounding and calming.

Ah the waiting game! I know it so well!

Excited because I knew it would be an opportunity of a lifetime, nervous because I had never trained anyone with down syndrome before…

From genealogy to gardening to Special Olympics, this month’s Women Empowering Women Guest blogger is Jenny Hendrick.

A story from my recent holiday to Lanzarote and meeting a lovely woman and using my well know catchphrase ‘yet’! Read More Here!

Gratitude is a magnet for miracles! A simple random act of kindness can start such a powerful ripple of positive energy as it travels

A poem by Regina Curley for The Nurture Zone about some special athletes

I never understood that needing to be that much in control was a huge sign of really stressful behaviour. Thankfully, I learned later on.

Plan B by Sheelagh Ryan…Plan B, comes from within us, that little voice that guides you in the right direction, that gut feeling we tend to.

Have you ever felt that you are different from everyone else? That you don’t want to follow the crowd or be like a sheep? That maybe you hav

For as long as I can remember, Christmas was a wonderful time in our house when I was a child. The whole lead-up to it and especially Christ

As we approached the car park, I noticed the time, dead late not my usual way of being, but we got delayed on the way over so concerned that

A poem about being a stay at home Mam by Caroline Leech.

Olivia means ‘Fruitful Beauty & Dignity’ ~ that describes her completely! Meet my Guest Blogger helping us mark Spina Bifida Awareness Month

When I was a child, every Saturday evening at 6.00 p.m. I went swimming with my school friends to a pool in the city centre. It’s long...

A collection of four poems written by me and dedicated to each one of my children.

In September 1999 I opened a swim club for athletes with a learning disability. It was called Viking Swimmers and it was affiliated to Speci

The heart was thumping in my chest, water dripping down my back, my stomach felt like a washing machine as I entered a room full of women...