Kat Bonny

"Why don't you teach singing? You are good at it" people would tell me.
Mostly in an attempt to give me something to do, fit in society and earn money without burning out this time...

I would cower in disgust!
"I can't teach, because I never learned. I don't know music. I feel it."

The few times singing teachers tried to get me to act sensibly, I would get home deeply frustrated, my vocal cords in a tangle, and my nervous system frazzled from their sensible voice warm-ups and all their theoretical concepts.

Until I found the ones who also made sounds because they feel good inside your rib cage, singing from impulse and feelings inspired by what they are hearing right now, not what they heard before.

SO HERE I AM... RUNNING A SINGING WORKSHOP?
Wtf I would have said.

That is ok, because I still have nothing to teach.
But I have plenty for us to unlearn.

Stifled self-expression, imaginations in boxes, lack of confidence. Feeling unsafe to play, experiment, and sounding silly sometimes.

I am not gonna teach anyone to sing, there is no need.
It's in us already.
I will just give us space to play with practices that might help us remember.
That might help us feel at home again in our throat chakras, in our chest, in our bellies, in the ecstasy of our own vibrations massaging our insides, of merging together as a community through sacred silliness and collective creativity.

So, if that sounds good to you, join us on Sunday 2nd June at for brunch and workshop.
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Hello beautiful people! I would like to invite you guys to my:

⚡VOCAL IMPROV SINGING CIRCLE + SHAMANIC SOUND BATH⚡
(And optional community brunch noon till 2pm)
Sunday 2nd June - 2pm to 4pm
Love Shack Ldn - Bethnal Green, London.

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Let's embark on a deeply playful yet sacred journey into the primal power of our voices, to liberate our creativity and self-confidence, basking into the somatic experience of vibrations to find presence, regulate our nervous system, and consciously reconnect to ourselves, each other and the divine.

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Our host venue Love Shack Ldn, is not only a gorgeous event space tucked away behind a secret passage door disguised as a bookshelf: it is also a Vegan restaurant favourite, serving a delicious brunch menu from vegan full English options to gluten-free pancakes, along with heart-opening cacao drinks, chai lattes and mocktails.
So if you would like to join for brunch, and foster community connections before the workshop, let me know!

🧡 Love you all, let's co-create some sound magic!
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My friend Tom came to visit in London, and so this happened...

Riffing on the good old Jessica Rabbit classic, piano jazz, s**t and shamanic vocal improv vibes.

The song is originally quite cheeky, it's about money after all, but the emotional tone turned pretty dramatic in the end, as I realised how desperate the lyrics can sound.

I am still looking for someone in London to have mad piano improvisation sessions like this... so hit me up if this could be you..

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WHY DON'T YOU DO RIGHT? Amy Irving Piano Jazz cover by Kat Bonny This is what happens when me and my friend Tom McMahon are set loose next to a piano... without rehearsing beforehand!“Why don't you do right?” the infamous ...

Hi my beauties...

Any women free in London this Monday afternoon?

I am leading a vocal improvisation singing circle workshop for women, expect some shamanic singing and embodiment practices, and some empowered self-expression.
And it's FREE / donation based ...
Can't wait to see you there, check out the event description for details!

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/vocal-improv-singing-workshop-for-women-tickets-890986373227?aff=oddtdtcreator

When I was a little person, there were no men in my life.
They were actively kept away from me.
And when the masculine archetype made scarce appearances, he would not be in his power.
Some men were in their toxic masculine expression: strong, but repressed, hard and uncaring.
Some others were disempowered, aimless, scared and subservient.
And even though all of them had the potential to come into their sacred power and sovereignty, I had never met any who had found their way into it.

Then one day, I was grown, and they started appearing.
Still scarce at first, but real.
Strong, calm and secure.
Sovereign, standing for their values when the situation calls for it.
Loving and playful.
Assertive and determined, knowing what lights them up and dedicated to their chosen passion and purpose.
Alluring, reassuring, motivating. Hot.

And you would think that would just feel nice.
And here goes humanity dancing into the sunset.
But that hurt.
Deep.
So deep into the numbness that had to grow around the wound, to keep the biological organism functioning in spite of the pain.
That grief, that desperately unmet need for healthy masculine energy, all of a sudden becomes laid bare.
Exposed to the elements.
Pouring like a storm of tears from the solar plexus, getting stuck in the throat, and silently leaking out of the eyes like thick fiery lava.

I have come to realise that part of my purpose, our purpose, as the first few “trauma aware” generations to be born in the age of psychotherapy and somatic work, after several thousand years of past down generational traumas and emotional suppressions of all sorts, our role is to stop and feel it all, from time to time.
To acknowledge those unseen wounds.
To allow those emotional waves to wash out over us.
Even when they don't always make sense, or come with a neat story or personal memory attached to them.
And it's an ongoing, ever-unfolding process.

So yesterday, when I saw my friend play with some kids, embodying that sacred masculine archetype, strong, protective, loving and playful, I felt like collapsing on the floor and grieving a thousand years of parents beating up their children.
I felt like offering it all to the Goddess.
I felt like calling out into the wild like a stranded animal, for an hypothetical mate. Who is he? Where is he? Hear me, come to me...
I felt the pain of many child versions of me, calling for father and big brother figures never to be found.
I felt the pain of my French great great grandmother when none of her men returned from World War one.
I felt the pain of my grandmother, and my mother, raising their children without fathers, turning them bitter, emotionally unavailable and violent.

I felt it all, and I didn't know what to do with it.

Because we were just having a lovely time, the mood was light, it was not the time, and it was not the place.
It's never the time nor the place.
We have been waiting for the time and place for thousands of years, and now it's spilling out anyways.

But I still kept it all inside.
I nurtured it in my heart.
I came home, and I grieved in my bed, selfishly, safely, away from prying eyes.

But that pain is not about me, that pain has its own agenda.
It flows through many of us, whether we let ourselves feel it or not.
And it demands to be felt, and it demands to be seen, and it demands to be shared in community, and to be given its sacred acknowledgement.
Or it festers, not only in the people, but in the culture, and it curses the next generation.
Feeling it and integrating it is not about an individual's well-being and self-indulgence, it's a kind of sacred duty to our species.

That may or may not resonate with you, depending on how much “divine masculine deprived” you have been in your life.
But whatever pain you carry, from your own story or the great human story, when it comes knocking at your door, pay it respect.
Give it shelter, a drink of tea or mead.
Listen to its story, where did it come from? Where is it trying to go?

More and more men are coming together and sorting their s**t out, and growing into their power, and it's so exciting!
And as they do so, we are all going to have to process our grief.

So know I see you, whoever you are, paddling your way through it, and I am so proud of you.

This was my oversharing rant for the day, I hope it inspires someone.

I love you all.

Kat

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If you have ever been to LOVEJAM festival you know the magic: Nature, amazing gigs, human connections, fireside jams, life changing workshops and new friends for life. The high vibes of conscious and alcohol-free gatherings is very special, and I hope everybody gets to taste it!

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Excited to use this special date as a portal to harness the power of our collective consciousness and intention, as we come together in person for this guided meditation at the Centred Community in Sowerby Bridge. Come join us to reconnect with yourself and your inner power. 😌

I have a secret.
I like staring at walls.
Often, it is not by choice, but because my body is not well enough to go anywhere at the time.
And yet, it still is an opportunity to deconstruct my reality and access the bliss of being...
So I thought I would share with you, if you are curious enough.

Follow me down my rabbit hole on medium.com
https://medium.com//investigating-reality-what-is-a-room-f35ba18ac99b

Investigating reality: What is a room? Intimate and playful dive into the subjectivity of perception, the free will hiding underneath unquestioned assumptions, and the simple…

So much energy goes wasted into resistance.
Judging whether this or that should or shouldn't be happening.
Subtly feeling like the universe is hostile, either evil, random or incompetent.

But what if challenges were a gift of love from a supportive universe?
Simply because your soul is just ready to level up, whether you believe it or not yet.

How much energy would be freed to successfully engage situations?
How much confidence and ease in effort would you have?
Would you need to suffer at all?

Well. I am writing a blog. Let's open the discussion.

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