Morning Gloryville ~ Rave Your Way into the Day!

Are you a morning person? Could you imagine getting up early and dancing your way into the day. It’s breakfast with a difference, a party with no alcohol and an exercise class like no other. Morning Gloryville are on a soul-shaking mission to expand hearts and minds by turning clubbing culture upside down and transforming mornings into something truly remarkable. Amazing.


Everything we create is from a place of pure love with the intention of infusing positive energy and magic into our multiverse.

Born in London on Wednesday 29th May 2013 Morning Gloryville is an immersive morning dance party. Established by an experienced team of light workers, social innovators, strategists, event producers and communicators, they are the pioneers of sober morning raving – responsible for bringing conscious clubbing to the world stage. It has become a global community of events that empower people to “rave your way into the day!”.

We believe that playfulness, fun, colourfulness, and quirk are essential in creating a lighter world.

11828632_881453025275249_7361040816433089610_nMorning Gloryville starts at 6.30am and ends 10.30am and offers inspirational, energising music and mesmerising visual entertainment as well as free massage, organic coffee and smoothie bars, yoga and personal motivation from trained and costumed performers. Fancy it?


We believe that vitality and wellness of heart, mind, body, and soul can raise one’s level of awareness of themselves, their community and the world we live in.

What are you waiting for. Set the alarm, grab your fluorescent gear, put your pumps on and get raving!

(90s flashback anyone?)

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Qoya: Wise. Wild. Free.

Have you ever found yourself, for no apparent reason, dancing in your living room? You hadn’t planned it, but a song came on and all of a sudden, you just had to dance. No choreography. No judgement. Just raw, authentic movement.

Jayne ~ She is the Revolution (Photo Magically Taken by Louise Androlia)

I first got introduced to Qoya through my beautiful friend Jayne and it was love at first dance. Nothing has ever made me feel so connected, invigorated and free. And it is so much FUN!

Qoya classes are based on the idea that through movement we remember. We remember our essence is wise, wild and free.

Qoya means Queen in Quechuan (an indigenous language used by shamans in South America). Not an emotionally distant bejeweled figure who holds a position of inherited power, but Queen that translates as “a female manifestation of higher consciousness.” In other words – you!

The magic of Qoya is in its ability to evoke the essence of each of these movement forms:

  • Yoga = Wise
  • Dance = Wild
  • Sensual Movement = Free

Wise: I am a wise woman who knows what path to take, who trusts herself and sees the truth through the eyes of love. So are you.

Qoya was created by Rochelle Schieck to help women feel good in their bodies. She designed it to be an accessible way for a woman to feel the physical sensation of truth in her body and embody her feminine essence. In the last 10+ years, Rochelle has taught over 4,000 movement classes and hundreds of private sessions, and have taken women on over 20 retreats to 6 different continents.

Wild: I am a wild woman who thrives as she creatively expresses herself, offering her unique gifts to the world. So are you.

Each Qoya Class has the following core components and a unique theme:

  1. Entering Sacred Space
  2. Coordination of breath and movement to cascade in rhythm while warming up the body with simple yoga and dance movements
  3. Amplification of the body’s inner voice and unique personal expression through movement
  4. Liberation of the body from the linear, rigid habits of daily life in the modern world through sensual, fluid motions that are (a) rooted in yoga and various schools of dance, and (b) geared towards a feminine range of movement
  5. Cultivation of your comfort level and your confidence in moving your body sensually
  6. The practice of variations of sun salutations to open and activate the muscles, joints, and spine, and clear the energy lines of the body. In this way, we emotionally honour and process anything that may be up in your life right now.
  7. We begin with simple dance-like steps to invite the music in. For those who are new to class or shy, you can repeat those steps as long as you like, but for many, as soon as we invite you to free dance, the walls and ceiling of the room seem to expand and all inhibitions lift.
  8. 90% of our thoughts are the same thing over and over and over… It is the same with our movements. As we free dance, we remind ourselves to break free of patterns and habits and explore new ways of moving.
  9. We partner up for a final stretch of the mind, body, and soul. We engage in a guided, sacred sharing of our gratitude, desires, revelations, and celebrations.
  10. The final relaxation gives us to time to integrate all the gifts of your Qoya class

Free: I am a free woman, unbound and limitless in my capacity to revel in and receive pleasure. So are you.

Jayne ~ She is the Revolution

Qoya is for women of all ages, body types, and levels of movement experience. After all, we all want to feel good in our bodies, right?

Imagine if you knew the pathways into yourself to access your inner wisdom, creativity, sensuality and soul so that you could fully embody and express your intuition, do you sacred work, receive life’s blessings and commune with the divine. These are things that Rochelle invites you explore in Qoya, not just in class or on a retreat, but so that you can feel the physical sensation of your truth in your body and follow that feeling as North on your compass as you navigate the journey that is your life.

Wisdom exists in all of us, and movement is the best way to access it.

Qoya, in my mind, is one of the best exercises available, and it is sooo much fun. It is a reminder that our body knows best and we need to listen to its guidance in order to live a life aligned with our truth, by following our intuition. We remember that the body is holy, and specifically the temple of our soul. It’s really simple, takes little time, and is available to everyone.

Whether you take a class, enroll for a retreat, or do a 15-minute movement ritual, trusting yourself is only a few movements away.

For regular Qoya classes in London, UK check out Melanie Murphy Health & Wellbeing.

So, what are you waiting for?

We dance with purpose and abandon.

We dance like our ancestors around a fire.

We dance with joy and enthusiasm

We dance without reservation.

We dance because we can no longer not dance.

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Stop. Look. Listen. Think.

When I learnt to cross the road it never once occurred to me it was a metaphor for the rest of my life. True though, isn’t it?

Last year I took a month out to travel. I was an absolute cliché. I learnt that I didn’t need to travel a zillion miles to find myself. Classic.

When I returned from my travels however I made the conscious effort to slow down. Literally. I just stopped. I  watched people and I listened to everything they said. When I sat back to think I saw life in a completely new light.

The fundamental fact of life is that we are inherently selfish. Full stop. No debate required.

Our outlook is determined by our individual experiences and our natural state of being. What do we worry about most? Ourselves. Who do we think of first, even if it is subconscious? Oh, care to guess. Yep. Indeed. Ourselves.

The thing is, this isn’t wrong. This isn’t bad. And it damn well isn’t something we should change.

I learnt, that from stopping, observing, listening and reflecting, we all need to take the time to do it. Just for today stop. Take the time to watch everyone around you, and to listen to what they are saying. Stop and really think about what you have seen, and what you have heard.

Life is never black and white. People are never one dimensional.

You may worry about things that aren’t even there. You may realise that the person you thought has it all actually has nothing. Or maybe you may see that life is actually quite simple. You will definitely see that you are no better or worse than the next person.

Only you can understand yourself. No matter who you choose to love, there is no one who will ever know you the way in which you know yourself. Do not kid yourself thinking anything else.

Learn to see others then you will truly be able to see yourself. You do not need validation from anyone except yourself.

Do you really think the photographer of the supermodel/actress/pop star is 100% happy, really? The person who spends their lifetime capturing & creating beauty through a lens. The person who tells us how much sex we should be having. The person who tells us what we should be earning, wearing and caring about. The person who declares they have all the answers, that we can have anything we want, and that we are perfect, just as we are. Or, are these people just as fragile and vulnerable as you and I.

Yes, I genuinely believe we do have the power within us all to lead the lives we desire but we will never, ever, get there unless we stop, look, listen and think about the lives we currently lead.

I do not necessarily have many more answers than I had ten years ago but, I have grown. I see the world differently and I will not stop listening to its whispers.

My alarm goes off every day. I go to work. I come home. And in the spaces in between I live, learn and love a little bit more.

Just for today, stop, look, listen and think. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll witness the unexpected.

The Semicolon Project

Tattoos which have an inspiring message about mental illness? Hmmm. I was dubious.  But, what the hell, thought I would take a look anyhoo.

A Semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. That author is you and the sentence is your life.

Semicolon tattoos have now become an ongoing awareness campaign that seeks to engage communities in suicide prevention and mental health awareness.

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The Semicolon Project is for everyone who  self-harms, is suicidal, depressed, has anxiety, is unhappy, going through a broken heart, or just lost a loved one, Draw a semicolon on your wrist.

In 2013 The Semicolon Project was founded to inspire and provide a public awareness towards Mental Health. Project Semicolon Founder, Amy Bleuel wanted to honor her father whom she lost to suicide. Through the semicolon symbol many related to the struggle of depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide and their will to continue on. The title, “Project Semicolon,” also represented a goal – to believe that this is not the end but a new beginning.

Over the years Project Semicolon has become much more than just one person honoring a parent. Through musician support and social media, the message of hope and love has reached a big audience in many different countries.

By writing a semicolon on your wrist, you are making a promise to yourself that it is ok to reach out and seek for help.

It is a statement. A sign of solidarity. It is a conversation starter. A movement of empowerment. It is a symbol that says “Stigma, we are coming for you.” Quite frankly I may have just found my next tattoo.

Join the fight and stand up for YOU or anyone you know who has depression, anxiety, has self harmed or has contemplated suicide and help our peers, our friends and our family know that we speak up for them and that we stand up against Mental Health and the stigma that’s attached to it.

Together, we can save a life.


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A Letter of Love

Suicide is complex. It usually occurs gradually, progressing from suicidal thoughts, to planning, to attempting suicide and finally dying by suicide.

Source: International Association for Suicide Prevention

Suicide remains a major gender and social inequality and is a devastating event for families and communities. There were 6,708 suicides in the UK and ROI in 2013. In 2013 22% of contacts with Samaritans UK (more than 600,000) involved individuals expressing suicidal feelings

We can choose to stand together in the face of a society which may often feel like a lonely and disconnected place, and we can choose to make a difference by making lives more liveable for those who struggle to cope. We believe we can do this because we know that people and organisations are stronger together.  ~ The Samaritans: Working together to reduce suicide 2015-21

The male suicide rate is the highest since 2001. The suicide rate  among men aged 45-59, 25.1 per 100,000, is the highest for this group since 1981.

Just over a month ago Poorna Bell, Executive Editor of the Huffington Post UK, lost her husband to suicide. This is her letter to him.

In the end, there really is only room for love.

My dear husband,

It has been nearly 30 days since you held the spark of your life between your hands and pressed them shut.

Since then, I have been trying to make sense of the world.

In Hinduism – a religion you wholeheartedly set about getting to know even though I had long lost my faith – we have an 11-day ceremony and a 30-day ceremony.

I’ve never understood what these were for. But perhaps they are to mark a set of realisations.

By 11 days, I was aware that your death had made me a different person.

Everything looked, smelled and tasted different. People that I had known for years now seemed like strangers in the midst of what I felt, and what I thought they could not possibly know about.

I saw you in everything. I saw you in the sea, imagining you in the shift, turn and swirl of water. I saw you at your graveside, in the freesias you so loved. I saw you in the birds you had encyclopaedic knowledge about, in the double rainbows that lit the sky the day we said goodbye to you.

You were a big, Kiwi man in real life, and yet I saw you in the most delicate of things.

I wondered about whether to write this to you, in such a public way. But I think considering how much we talked over the last year about mental illness and how strongly we felt that not talking about it in society contributed to the sense of shame and stigma that surrounds it, I know you’d want me to do this. (I find myself doing that a lot: ‘I’m sure Rob would want me to eat that extra bar of chocolate’ and other such important life decisions).

I know it because you felt very strongly about my ability to bang a big drum to raise awareness around depression – an illness that you battled with all of your life.

I know you wanted me to speak up, so that if anyone else needed a friend or someone to talk to, and was going through the same struggles as you, I’d be able to help them. Privately or publicly.

I know we both felt greatly that the silence around mental illness created such a toxic environment for men, who were expected to – in your words – ‘man up, suffer in silence and get on with it’.

There is a lot I have discovered since you took your own life.

Firstly, while there is no hierarchy of death where one is better than the other, it’s safe to say that living a long life is at the top while a short one is at the bottom. I don’t know where suicide sits, but it’s safe to say, it makes other people REALLY uncomfortable.

I was advised against telling people how you died. And in the initial bizarreness of picking your burial plot and coffin (and being asked whether Robert was an eco-friendly man), I erred on the side of caution.

But by this 30th day, I have realised when the worst, most devastating thing possible happens, you lose the energy to maintain any artifice.

There is also an indignance that rises in me. If you had died of cancer, would I have kept your death or the circumstances a secret? Of course not. There would have been fun runs and cupcakes to kick cancer’s ass.

It was as if the method of your death implied weakness, when I know how hard you fought to stay in this world.

Despite the hand you were dealt, you achieved so much, you loved so deeply, you were gentle and kind and would help anyone who was struggling (even the homeless guy at our local bus shelter who you wanted to let stay on our couch), and you were also the most intelligent man I met – why would I not want to honour that?

And perhaps this speaks volumes about the mountain we have to climb in getting people to understand that mental illness is exactly the same as cancer. It is exactly the same as a cardiac arrest. No amount of love, medical care or money can help prevent it if it’s terminal.

When someone dies from suicide, there is anger directed at the person in a way it isn’t with physical illness. No one goes: “Oh, I can’t BELIEVE Larry died of cancer, how could he?”

In the aftermath, a lot of people have said to me: “I’m angry at him”. There was a lot of that floating around: how you made that choice and left us mired in such deep grief. There was anger at the life you had given up and the people you had left behind.

And perhaps while this is a completely natural reaction – and I certainly thought ‘How could you do this to me?’ in the first couple of days after your death, I think after a while, we must remember your best, brightest parts.

I’m not saying I have it figured out. I don’t know that I will ever fully understand your decision to end your life.

When I finally mustered up the courage to place my hand on your chest one last time, and I felt how cold you were, your soul evaporated, your eyes never to open again, I understood the finality of it. I understood that any idiot can create life – an episode of 16 and Pregnant will tell you that – but once given, it is a gift and a precious one at that.

I think the anger comes from not knowing we were on rations. It is fuelled by the guilt we all felt.

We should have hugged you more, spent time with you, memorised every part of you, told you we loved you – had just one more day with you – because deep down, we feel that if we did that, you wouldn’t have killed yourself.

The point I am trying to make is that I get it. With suicide, what feels like a choice to other people was not a choice for you. Our love – and you had an ocean of people who felt that way about you – was not going to anchor you to this world when you felt there was no possibility, no hope.

As I write this, there are plenty of people who feel like that. Some of them will not make that terrible, final choice, and some of them will. And although I don’t have the answers yet (maybe in another 30 days), I do know that we must talk about it.

We must make it easier for people to reach out when the blackness threatens to swallow them whole. We must give men the space, voice and understanding to be scared and vulnerable and not see it as weakness. We must say that mental health desperately needs funding, that it should be as top a priority as tackling obesity or cancer.

I’m not saying any of these things would have saved you. But I am saying that I refuse to remember you in anger and shame, when what we had was immense love.


For Robert Owen Bell, 23 December 1975 – 28 May 2015

If you need help, there is The Samaritans whose helpline is 08457 90 90 90. [UK]

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