Charlotte Hueso Somatic Coaching, Nottingham (2025)

17/11/2025

MY LAST CIRCLE OF THE YEAR ⭕💚

This will be my last Circle of the year and if you have been watching from the sidelines, wondering what actually happens in these gatherings, this is your invitation to join us.

We meet on Saturday 22 November at The Elephant Rooms in Draycott from 1 to 4pm. Think of it less as an event and more as a gentle landing place. A room where you can exhale. A space where you do not have to perform or pretend or fix anything about yourself (or anyone else)

We begin slowly. A warm welcome, a gentle settling in, an invitation to arrive exactly as you are.
Then we sit together in Circle, which simply means we share stories from our lives. You are never required to speak. Many women come for the first time and choose to listen and that is more than enough.

After this we move into EcoNIDRA, a nature based meditation that rests your entire system. You lie down, cosy and warm, and let my voice guide you through the senses, the body, and a gentle soundscape from the natural world. People often say it feels like being held by the earth herself.

It is a beautiful way to close the month. A sacred pause before winter. A place to remember yourself.

I would love to welcome new women over the threshold and it would be such a joy to see familiar faces too.

Saturday 22 November
The Elephant Rooms Draycott
1 to 4pm

The link to book is in my bio or you can book here:
https://www.charlottehueso.com/offerings

Will you be joining us?

15/11/2025

WORDS THAT SHIMMER

If you love words that refuse to stay still, that shimmer off the page and become their own kind of alchemy, you must read this book.

I first heard the final poem, The Last Hours, read aloud by one of my favourite authors and thinkers, Manda Scott. I held my breath until the very last word, and when it came, I collapsed forward onto the desk, undone.

Andrea died earlier this year at just forty-nine. What a loss that is. Her work is a gift to the world, and to your heart.

Thank you, Andrea, for your words that keep breathing in the world and for the way you remind us that poetry is not only written, but lived.

I also wanted to let you know that my next Circle is coming up on Saturday 22 November and it'll be my final monthly Circle — ever or, at the least, for a good long while. I've been holding monthly Circles for nearly three years but I've decided to move into a more seasonal rhythm for next year and hold four.

It would mean so much to share this one with some familiar faces and some new ones too. I hope we can come together to honour endings, new beginnings, and all that continues to live between us.

You can find all the details and book your place by hitting the link in my bio or, by going to https://www.charlottehueso.com/offerings

With love,
Charlotte x

18/10/2025

CIRCLE IS THERE FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE

When was the last time you felt truly seen?
Not analysed.
Not fixed.
Not offered advice.
Just witnessed in the full, tangled beauty of being human.
Most of us don’t pause long enough to meet ourselves this way.
We move fast. We live in our heads.
We tend to everyone else and forget the quiet pulse beneath our own skin.
We forget what it feels like to arrive in ourselves.

Circle isn’t an invitation to do more.
It’s an invitation to soften.

To rest in a space where nothing is asked of you.
Where you can bring all that you are — weary, open, uncertain, tender.
And be met with warmth.
Held without judgment.
Witnessed with compassion.

Our Autumn Circle with an EcoNIDRA practice is on Saturday 25th October, 1–4pm at The Elephant Rooms in Draycott.
A space to rest, release, and remember what it feels like to belong to yourself, and to something greater.

There's a cushion waiting for you, love.

Tickets via link in bio

10/10/2025

LISTENING TO OUR BODIES

After years of therapy, some of it incredible, some less so, and three decades on the hamster wheel of the self-help industry, I reached a point where I instinctively knew enough was enough.

What if I wasn’t broken?
What if I didn’t need to be fixed?
What if I stopped pathologising myself and stepped out from under the shadows of the labels I’d been given?

It was around this time that it became obvious my body was screaming for me to pay attention.
I realised I had become completely cut off from it, which in truth was no great surprise.
My body had carried a lot of pain.
It had become a battleground through years of chronic illness and survival.
So of course I had learned to disconnect from it.
I had floated above it, living from the neck up swimming in a world of thoughts and endless chatter.
That’s when I knew it was time to come home,
to learn to speak my body’s native language.
When I first started searching for a somatic practitioner, I thought Somatics would help me cross that longed-for threshold, the one where you leave the old version of yourself behind and emerge as something new, like a butterfly fully formed.
But in reality, something else happened instead.
There wasn’t a leaving behind.
There was a deep turning toward.
A remembering.
What I found wasn’t just resilience,
but prosilience,
the sacred act of turning s**t into fertiliser.
This work didn’t polish me into a brighter version of myself.
It helped me root more deeply into the truth of who I already was.
Messy. Tender. Whole.
And that, I think, is what real healing feels like.
You don’t process, discard, and emerge as the butterfly.
You compost, integrate, and grow roots that can hold more of life.
Because healing isn’t about becoming someone new,
it’s about becoming more fully you.

What does your body say to you when you stop & listen? Is it a whisper or a shout?

04/10/2025

HARES NEED US

Hares are the only game species in England and Wales that can be shot all year round. It’s reported that the UK brown hare population has fallen by more than 80% in the past 100 years.
Shooting during breeding season leaves dependent young to starve to death.

Scotland introduced a close season over a decade ago, and many European countries already protect hares this way. It is time our Government acted — for animal welfare and for biodiversity.

started a petition to remedy this.
The petition is live right now, but it closes on 29 October. We need 66,000 signatures for it to be heard in Parliament. We’re at 44,000 — that means 22,000 more voices are needed.

✨ Please add yours. The link is below. ✨

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/724795?fbclid=PARlRTSANOG8NleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABpwMp4a3TJjWleV7yW7852b3mTEnpYn1XGS8z_fXdzQ9IiWPm1KMGoAQyrDVf_aem_yX0NxJ1ppXLz9wseUOHIPQ

Together we can help protect these extraordinary creatures who have leapt through folklore, poetry, and the fields of our ancestors, yet whose survival now depends on us.

19/09/2025

✨ THERE ARE THREE SPACES LEFT ✨

Tomorrow we gather in Circle at The Elephant Rooms, and there are still spaces if you'd like to join us.

Circle is a place to lay down what you’ve been carrying, to be witnessed, and to remember who you are. We will then move into an EcoNIDRA practice which offers a gentle journey back into your body, into rest, into connection with the living world around you.

If you’ve been feeling the pull, this is your nudge. Your cushion is waiting. 🌿
🗓 Saturday, 1–4pm
📍 The Elephant Rooms, Draycott
💫 Use code HELLO for £5 off if it’s your first time

Link in bio to book.

Charlotte

18/09/2025

WE ARE BOTH THINGS AT ONCE

What do you think? Does this resonate with you?

A gentle reminder that I am holding a Women's Circle followed by a beautiful, restorative EcoNIDRA practice this Saturday and there are still spaces.

✨ Women’s Circle with EcoNIDRA
📅 Saturday 20th September
🕐 1–4pm
📍 The Elephant Rooms, Draycott
🔗 Hit the link in my bio

10/09/2025

THIS IS ALL FOR YOU, LOVE

When was the last time you truly exhaled?
Not holding it all together.
Not planning the next thing.
Not bracing against the world.
Just a soft, unguarded breath — the kind that reminds you you’re alive.
So many of us spend our days running on empty. We tend to everyone else, push through, keep going, and in the process, we lose sight of what it feels like to simply be.
In Circle, you don’t need to perform, achieve, or prove. You can come exactly as you are — weary, hopeful, tender, uncertain. You will be welcomed, witnessed, and gently guided into deep rest with a beautiful, restful EcoNIDRA practice.

Think of it as a pause button. A remembering. A homecoming.
And when you step back into your life, you might just carry with you a little more spaciousness, a little more softness, and the reminder that you are never alone.

✨ Women’s Circle with EcoNIDRA
📅 Saturday 20th September
🕐 1–4pm
📍 The Elephant Rooms, Draycott
🔗 Hit the link in my bio

30/06/2025

A LITTLE NAME CHANGE AND A BIG HEARTED EVOLUTION💫

When I first began this work, Long Lost Sisters Circle was a name that found me as much as I found it. It captured something essential about the kind of spaces I wanted to create and offer—intimate, soulful, and rooted in the longing so many of us feel to find our people whilst finding ourselves.

That name will still live on as the name of my Women’s Circle offering.

But over the past three years, my work has deepened and grown. I will soon offer Somatic Coaching, with spaces opening in August, and this October, I’ll be opening the doors to The Wind Over the Water—a four-month grief tending container held in community online.

With this evolution, it feels right to begin gathering everything under my own name—
Charlotte Hueso. So, I have a new business name and a new logo too.

This change reflects not just what I offer, but how I offer it. It’s personal. It's tender. It's alive. And it’s rooted in my ongoing journey of remembering, reconnection, and devotion to this one wild, precious life.

Thank you for walking alongside me.

With love,
Charlotte💚

P.S. If you are interested in learning more about Somatic Coaching or The Wind Over the Water, head over to my site and take a look.

28/06/2025

MY MOTHER'S WHISPERS

The second I saw this piece by , it took my breath away.

It speaks of indigenous motherhood and resistance—of lineages of women whispering ancient teachings into the ears of the mothers to come. Of tending to the land with babies at our sides. Of nourishment, resilience, and deep remembering.

It is also a reckoning—with colonialism and the wounds it carves across generations and land.

If it were for sale and I had the funds, I would buy it in a heartbeat and hang it proudly in my home.

It made me think of my Mum.
And my Nanny.
And my great granny Johnson.
And the land I was raised on in Lincolnshire.

I carry so much grief for what has been lost—but a deep gratitude for what still lives on.

Some of my ancestors were Dutch. They came to Lincolnshire in the 1630s to drain the fens, turning ancient wetlands into farmland. This history lives in my bones too—of both belonging and the complicity of the assault on the land.

This artwork stirred something old in me. A memory that is not just personal, but ancestral.
A reminder that my body is an extension of my mother’s body.
That my love of the land is inherited.
That she is still with me—whispering, always.

Thank you, Dana, for this stunning work.
You can find more of her art at .

26/06/2025

IT IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL TO CREATE WITH OUR HANDS

I’ve been quietly searching for a creative hobby for a while now—something tactile and soulful, a way to get out of my head and into my body. I’ve tried a few things over the past couple of years, but this was my first go at glassblowing—and I’m hooked.
My husband bought me a workshop for Christmas two years ago, and for one reason or another, this was my fifth attempt at actually getting there. Life, eh? But it was worth the wait.

There’s something ancient and elemental about it. Fire, breath, movement, surrender. You can’t control the glass—you have to work with it. There’s a kind of alchemy in that dance: the heat, the spin, the shimmering unpredictability. And then, suddenly, you’re holding a form that didn’t exist before. Something fragile, beautiful, and entirely yours—including its wobbles and imperfections.
I was so excited to receive my finished glasses in the post today. I feel like a child bringing home a big creative project to show her parents 🤣
If you’re in or near Nottingham or Derby, I can’t recommend Johnathan at enough. Patient, generous, and clearly so passionate about his craft—and his work is stunning.

18/06/2025

HOPE AS RESISTANCE

Lately, I’ve been feeling… good.
Not in a shiny, everything’s-perfect kind of way, but in a quiet, embodied way.
Moments where I’ve felt my breath land deeper.
Where my body has felt like a place I can live in again.
Where something undigested has finally moved, softened, been met.

This is the fruit of slow, steady somatic work I've been doing.
Letting my body speak truths it has held for years.
Tending gently to the parts of me that were never given space to feel, to release, to digest.

And still…
It feels hard to feel good when so much of the world is aching.
When children are being buried beneath rubble.
When entire bloodlines are being erased.
When the grief feels so enormous it’s hard to know where to place it.

And then—
Today, I found a tiny baby bush cricket in my garden.
So delicate I almost missed it.
And yet, there it was: antennae trembling, lurid green legs poised - ready to retreat from my presence.

Our insect populations are in collapse.
And still, in suburban Nottingham, in this small patch of land I tend — life persists.
That cricket filled me with wonder and awe.
But more than that, it brought me something I’d almost felt too scared to acknowledge
Hope. I felt hopeful

There are those who would rather we didn’t feel it.
Who feed on our dismay.
Who count on us being too heartbroken to rise,
too overwhelmed to act,
too numb to notice the shimmer of life unfurling in the cracks.

But hope, when it’s rooted in love for this world,
is not flimsy or naive.
It is a fierce and rebellious thing.
A pulse that keeps us connected.
A thread that says — even now, especially now — stay with it.
Stay open.
Stay alive.

Because to feel wonder in a world like this is not betrayal —
it is a form of resistance.
A way of remembering what’s worth protecting.

My joy does not erase my heartbreak.
My healing does not mean I look away.
I am trying to live within the balance of these things.
To let my nervous system soften, not shut down.
To keep my heart open — to my own life, and to the lives of others.

This, too, is resistance.

Has anything made you feel hopeful so far this week or this month?

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