I feel that I love you But how can that be true… We met just moments ago Something deep within is stirring, A cavern, held in a heart, Not felt before Home to an ancient stone yard, of long forgotten loss There, a tired Raven stirs Aching, beaten from grief Gently, a melody on the breeze, passes through him Caressing his feathers, Lighting his soul Softly, waking… from a sleep as old as time His ancient eyes blurry, His heart in disbelief Raising a weary head Toward a

There are days when life feels like standing still beneath the weight of everything that has happened to you. Not because you have given up, but because you cannot imagine what movement even looks like anymore. Your thoughts circle the same familiar places. Your fears settle around your feet. Regret, grief, disappointment, expectation—they arrive grain by grain until one day you realise they have become something solid. A chain built so slowly you never noticed it forming. At

Another beautiful weekend under canvas - There is something quietly transformative about pitching a tent where no one knows you at all. Solo camping isn’t about escaping your world, it’s about remembering your place within it, away from the constant hum of expectation. The forest doesn’t ask you to be anything other than present, the hills don’t judge your silence and the sea doesn’t care how productive you’ve been. Nature simply welcomes you home and greets you, right where

There is something ancient and familiar about sitting beside a fire... Long before words were written, before roads were carved into the land, our stories were carried in the glow of dancing flames - Sharing teachings, wisdom and connection with those around it. When I settle beside a fire pit, something deep within me remembers. The crackle of the wood is more than sound - it is a language older than memory, whispering to the ancestors who still live quietly within my bone

This week allowed me the most beautiful business meeting over to Hilbre Island… a truly stunning place, steeped in ancestry. From Vikings, to Monks, to Pirates, to dinosaur prints and back again! And seals too - Wonderful 💚 It’s a beautiful walk to the island from the coast, and tides play a part in making it safely to the other side. While I was there, it got me thinking about how our healing journeys are often about our desire to get to the other side as quickly as possibl