Chloe Callow

I went back to Brixham on the full moon for my own childhood healing - it was somewhere we used to go often as kids on holiday. As a little girl I was always in my head, not ever really present or able to see beyond the minute detail.

Although I have few memories of childhood that translate into narratable stories, being there in person held so many memories for me! I remember the very rocks and stones, in dear detail - the smoothness of a handrail down perilously steep steps, rough slate and stone under bare feet as I clambered, fear of fallling and slipping high and using hands as much as feet and legs. Studiously attempting to avoid crustations underfoot as I navigated rock formations and rock pools, for fear of…I’m not even sure what but they gave me the heebie jeebies. Crystal clear water rippling over my feet, splashing up my legs, sand slipping away with the tide under my toes. Salt thick and rough on hair and skin.

So much that needed witnessing and re remembering somatically. So much held, far more in my body than in my mind, that was barely there.

Thank you to the earth and the ocean and the very rocks that were there with me in childhood - pulling all of it through with me now 🙏

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