Discomfort as our teacher

Discomfort as our teacher

Discomfort can be our teacher. She can show us our blind spots. The parts of us we have veiled. Hidden. She shows us where we can grow. As there is always an element of discomfort in growth. Just as the tendrils of the seed, cocooned in fertile earth, expand and reach...
I remember when

I remember when

Today with the medicine of cacao alive in my cells I’m welcoming a practice of soul writing.  Ten minutes of writing in flow, with the guide ‘I remember when’.  My pen remaining in dance on paper as I transition from ego-led, mind-managed thought into the...
The gift of winter

The gift of winter

Hello lovely humans, There is a quiet beckoning to slow down with this season. To yield into the deep nourishment that arises with less. Less productivity. Less striving. Less pushing. A time to perhaps nurture that which will be birthed in Spring, when an upsurge in...
No more ladders

No more ladders

We are always in transition. Life itself is a perpetual series of transitions. From one season to the next, sun rise to moon rise, from breath to breath. And yet often we live life tuned out. Our awareness forever chasing the moment of never quite arriving. The ‘ta...
My body, my teacher

My body, my teacher

Let my body be the teacher to my mind . My body that knows wholeness My body that knows enoughness My body that knows nature My body that is nature . Let the divide between head and nature dissolve Let the head settle into the still pond of awareness Where all knowing...
Feel what you feel

Feel what you feel

Feel what you feel. Like what you like. Go where you go. Often we’re expected to justify our feelings, our decisions, our choices, but gorgeous one feel what you feel because you just feel it. Like what you like, because you just like it. Wander where you wander...