Conversations by the Fire

Hello my dear friends, There is something I’ve been sitting with these past few days... Not because Lughnasadh has arrived on the wheel of the year. But because life quietly brought me here. This weekend I almost travelled to a gathering of women. A beautiful gathering... and part of me genuinely wanted to go. Another part wanted to stay home. It wasn’t an easy choice, mostly because neither felt wrong. They simply seemed to belong to different parts of me. As I sat

I have been wondering about belonging. How is it that we can share blood and not quite feel at home? How is it that we can cross oceans, arrive on unfamiliar shores, and suddenly breathe more deeply? Perhaps belonging has never been about where we come from. Perhaps it has always been about where our being is welcomed. A place where nothing essential needs translating. Where our shoulders soften. Where our body forgets to brace. Where our soul can fully arrive. Maybe belongin

As the evening light softened, I found myself reflecting on the slow movement of Saturn through the Vedic sky - and the unexpected sense of relief it brought. A gentle invitation to remember that our bodies have always belonged to rhythms far older than the clock.

Yesterday, at Avebury, before the crowds arrived, I sat beside one of the stones. For a while there was only stillness. Stone. Sky. Grass. Breath. As I sat, I found myself noticing how the ancient circle has been cut through by roads, houses, and the passage of time. What was once a single flowing whole now seeming fragmented, interrupted. And later, as more people arrived, another sadness arose. How easily what is sacred becomes something to consume. Something to visit. Some

A reflection on the stories, imprints and old protections we slowly learn to meet, soften and weave back into wholeness I’ve been sitting today with an ache for us as humans. For our tender, complex, patterned, trying-so-hard human selves. For the way we live with the stories of our past - not always as clear memories, not always as something we can name or point to, but as something that keeps showing up, time and again, colouring the present. The things we thought we had fi

We often think of rupture as the obvious break. The argument. The silence. The painful conversation. The moment someone leaves the room. The relationship that suddenly feels strained, distant, or unsafe. But I keep returning to the sense that rupture often begins much earlier than this. Before the words become sharp. Before the body turns away. Before the silence settles between two people. It begins in the body. A tightening in the chest. A small holding of the breath. A clo

I stand here, in the centre of the timeline. Present. I turn towards the ones who came before me. I see you. I see the sorrow that was too much to hold. The pain that had nowhere soft to land. The places where life was cold, where blood was spilt, boundaries crossed, and support was scarce. And I feel how, out of deep loyalty, out of a young and innocent love, my body tried to carry what could not be completed before me. Today, something completes. I am ready. The burden can

It has taken me some extra days to arrive here... to this moment of sitting down and connecting with you through this page. Over these past weeks I’ve been immersed in the world of the Womb Surround, and I notice my hands and heart are still quite full of that quiet, ancient atmosphere that lingers afterwards. There is always something difficult to put into words after being in those spaces together... something that asks not to be rushed back into ordinary pace too quickly

There is a particular kind of quiet that arrives just after a peak… after the moon has been full, after the month has already found its stride, when the initial rush of becoming starts to soften into something more saturated. I’ve been sitting with a certain weight lately. Not a heaviness that needs fixing… more a sense of the collective pressing in. The noise, the movement, the sheer muchness of everything. And alongside that, a very human realisation: I don’t quite have th

so… here i am. at the very edge of the snake year. I can feel it in my chest - that quiet pressure, like weather gathering behind the ribs. a threshold day. tomorrow the hinge turns. dark moon. eclipse. and the fire horse at the gate, breath warm, hooves restless against the earth. and i can feel her. of course i can. sagittarian heart. earth horse bones. there is something in me that wants to greet her already - to toss my head, to feel the heat rise, to move. but today belo

Halfway through a Womb Surround, a circle of eight women, and my heart is quietly full. Laughter spilling out where words once couldn’t. Tears finding permission. Stillness that says more than anything spoken. Long, poignant silences and the gentle joy of unfurling. I’m in awe of the beauty this work brings... the ripples it sends outward, seen and unseen. Life moves through us like a river: marking us, shaping us, carving us open. We are born this way... initiated into life

The hammer rests by the forge today. The shoulders drop an inch, then two. It is the sound of the pottering, the tea, the quiet home that says: the nectar is already here. A seed is not a worker. It does not strain to be a flower - it simply unfolds because the soil is warm. I give the ache to the flame - the tightness in the jaw, the lie of the lone wolf, the old story of the arid ground I leave it for Brigid to turn into ash. And in the space that remains… there is La

There is a lot of noise right now about "fixing" or "hacking" the nervous system... but from a somatic and PPN (Pre- and Peri-natal) perspective, your nervous system isn't a problem to be solved. It is the most sophisticated, biological intelligence on the planet. It is a living story. This story didn't begin with you... it is a long, ancestral epic passed down through your lineage that found a unique new expression in the fluid of your mother's womb. Every nervous system car

Sisters… of the heart, of the blood, of the ancient remembering. We come as we are unyielded, unpolished, unmasked carrying our laughter like lanterns, our tears like the salt of the sea that shaped us all. There is no striving here. No need to tuck away the trembling part, the doubting part, the part that still believes she must earn her place. Here , every part is welcomed, every part belongs. We enter the circle like stepping into warm earth: barefoot, slow, letting the a

A Somatic Path Through Resistance and Softening Gratitude... Some days it feels effortless - a state of consciousness, a natural river I can slip into with ease. Like the other morning, when out of nowhere - or at least it felt like nowhere - I stood at my window suddenly aware of how grateful I was simply to be alive. For the breath moving in my lungs. For the colours of the day rising outside my window. For the sense that, somehow, I was in right relation with Life hersel

Have you ever noticed moments when you softened your voice or said “yes” even as your body quietly whispered “no”? Perhaps there are times when your own needs took a back seat in the pursuit of harmony . Tomorrow’s Libra New Moon offers a rare, sacred pause... an invitation to gently explore these patterns, release old tension, and reconnect with the sovereignty of your own soul . This pause is more than a moment of stillness; it is a subtle call to spiritual sovereignty , t

Practices for Balance, Resilience, and Healing Trauma Balance... Regulation... What do these words really mean? How do we live from a place of steadiness while the world keeps spinning, while life continues to rise and fall, expand and contract, glow and dim? These questions have been alive in me lately, personally and in my work with others. Perhaps it’s something about the shift into the darker seasons, when life calls us inward. Or perhaps it’s that so many of us, amidst t

This morning I woke with an ache in my chest, a widening in my heart, and a hush in my bones. What a strange paradox we carry… to ache...

Moon goddess, tonight your face is red with shadow and fire. You ask me to sit with what I’d rather not see: the ache still moving in my...

Recently, I spent time in community. It wasn’t just being around people… it was feeling the net of support that community can create....