When we swim deep in this galleon tonight, this container of life, we may find lampreys and gloom, we may sense the hunting stealth of sharks, noses like arrows. They may smile by our hybrid waists, lit by the shimmering salaries of days for they are not an enemy but simply decimated.
The hum, the swale, the silky movement of freedom — all are here as we glide.
Bobbing above the Libra tide we exhale, see and hear the new quiet, the frazzled chatter, the unknowing now.
We watch and learn as our tails swish and draw the galaxy. Light…
As an Empath who dives deep spiritually and physically in her day job I’ve had to develop what I call ‘good energy hygiene’!
Our energy/life force/chi has long been recognised in many cultures as an essential dynamic component in maintaining health and emotional balance.
Trapped emotions from the past, living in trauma and fear, poor boundaries and being disconnected from our own body and instincts will affect this.
When your energy feels abundant so do you.
So I’m sharing with you my top seven ways to clear and protect my energy.
It takes about 40 minutes.
I’m barefoot and pottering around, picking herbs and sensing the beauty in my neighbour’s bamboo plants, shushing in the breeze.
Then it happens—some life-filled energy roots and surrounds me, perky dashes of birdsong in the trees melt through my subconscious…in that moment I’m completely, utterly, ecstatically at home.
It’s been a while since I grew my own fruit and vegetables but last year I started to get twitchy soil fingers. My last growing journey finished in 2015 in a professional capacity but it’s still in my soul and bones. I miss it.
And somehow the…
Petals move me
to another realm,
of melting judgement
‘too slow to grow’
Does a blossom ever
say that? to not
trust your own
be heard beneath layers
of plays and petals
with shades of silk
and pink now repairing
As I walked through a grove of cherry blossom trees the other day I felt wonder wash over me…as if I had dreamt myself into a pool of soft love, a cloud of pink joy, a gentle hum of…
As I swim in the gleaming sea I have so many things to say.
They come through me, from Gaia.
‘Is self love a disembodied concept?’ ‘Am I a part of a greater ‘earth-self?’
The cold, high water pulls me around the sun as I float forever and a second. I listen to my heart, feeling her held by the unfurling waves:
When I unconditionally love everything within me, the shadows, tides, judgements and longings, then I am no longer separate. I am the swirl of acceptance. …
I keep forgetting where my soul is in the midst of these times.
Is it in the deep woods of my dreams? The parts of me still breathing through simple moments of rebellious joy, who feels the tender hurts and miracle of being alive — here, still, every day — or my subterranean inner knowing who stubbornly trusts in the truth and her own resilient gifts.
This April New Moon is a potent time to feel and imagine. To plant seeds of personal truth and stand in your own feeling-heart of authenticity.
It asks ‘will you dare be your unique…
It’s 5.57 am on 20th March, this year’s Spring Equinox.
I’m in my pyjamas, coat on, grizzily happy and hosting a late Japanese Anime hangover from the night before, slowly walking up the steep West Hill.
The light is subtle and hopeful, a blue babypink emulsion streaking across the waking sky…Norman Castle ruins on the right, I approach the cusp of the hill…and then I see it.
My mug of tea splutters in my hand, a big ‘ahhhh’ escapes from my lips.
In the vast early dawn sky there is a huge dolphin shaped cloud….
(see proof below, this is…
There’s a time after heavy snow when nothing moves.
The skyline is tender, wild and soft. The air is fresh and thick with Presence and the cold light glides in and out of your pores.
In those moments you chord with the deepest truth within you. The silence isn’t lonely. It’s everything and weighted.
Every fractal of emotion melts, held in amethyst visions of trysts forming from new beliefs.
Where desire can grow from the true groundswell of your own heart.
You are centred — cording the eternal — and it opens you up to the entire soul…
Down she goes: Inanna, Queen of Heaven, Goddess of Sex, Justice, and War, forging a mission to reach her big sister Ereshkigal of the Underworld.
The latter is intemperate, untameable, and blisteringly powerful — the shadow self who’s grieving her own loss and staying put in the cave of unknowing.
The Descent of Inanna, the archetypal ancient Sumerian poem (c. 1900–1600 BCE), chronicles the often fraught journey home to wholeness.
Inanna expects a civilised funeral and firm word with a tricky sibling.
Instead she gets the very opposite — limbs of certainty torn away and a husband back home who…
I need the rest and unknowing place
where I can’t see ahead,
just twigs and the moon
and dark truths long kept.
I need these layers
of time mulched too deep
and emerald wise caves
with dry roots turned sweet;
with rebirthing looms
threading new waves,
weaving cold nights
of thick red seal tales.
I’m choosing to smuggle
this permission beneath stars,
of listening womb’s sleep
and owls guarding lands.
The Womb is the keeper of the inner mysteries which in the old ways was seen as the living matrix of life, the dark portal, the void.