After my last post about addiction, trauma and the vagus nerve, a few of you lovely souls reached out to me. And I realised something really important. My post was one sided. Because, whilst addiction deeply hurts the person afflicted, it also leaves devastation in the hearts, bodies and nervous systems of the people who love them. Partners. Children. Parents. Friends. Siblings. The people who are lying awake at 3am wondering if someone is dead in a ditch somewhere. The peo

This morning in the car, my daughter and I found ourselves in one of those deep conversations that seem to arrive out of nowhere. As these random things do with us. She is no stranger to addiction and trauma, nor am I. Its great to be able to have meaningful conversations with my first born aged 46 with 3 children herself. We spoke about trauma. Perceived trauma. The nervous system. The vagus nerve. Addiction. And why addicts lie. We spoke about how easy it can be to judge ot

When a Heart Feels Full and Broken at the Same Time A dear friend of mines husband has recently passed over. They have been together all their adult lives. They have 10 children and even more grandchildren. I can not even begin to imagine how hard this must be for her. She is broken, lost, in the darkness of grief. Its moments like this in life that the heart does something strange. It opens wide with love, and at the very same time, it aches with a quiet, unbearable pain.

Life is full of ups and downs. Sometimes, it feels like the hard moments will never end. But there is a gentle reminder that has been passed down through generations: this too will pass. I want to share with you what this simple phrase has taught me and how it can help you find peace and strength during difficult times. The Comforting Meaning of This Too Shall Pass When I first heard the phrase this too shall pass, it felt like a soft whisper in a noisy world. It means that n

Elva May — My Beltane Babe This time 29 years ago, I was pregnant with my youngest daughter. With each of my children, I knew I was pregnant at the moment of conception. I can’t explain how I knew. There was just… something. Something strange and sprinkled with starlight and magic. A knowing. A spark. A sound, almost. Something that moved through me and said, hello, hello, hello! Back then, you had to wait about six weeks before a pregnancy test would show those little lines.

Embracing Change and Growth Dearest readers, There’s a truth I don’t often say out loud. However, I am finding it easier lately. As some of you know, I have been working with non-attachment. I have been delving deeper into my subconscious, my shadow, journeying in my mind, setting intentions, and allowing things to reveal themselves in everyday life. It’s been enlightening, and I have felt attachments to things I never realised I still held. Before this life you see me living

His-tory Her-story, its all stories. Oils, herbs, resins, anointing and Myrhophore’s Easter Sunday. His-tory, Her-story… It’s All Stories. Oils, Resins, Anointing & the Myrrhophore's In the early morning light, as the gates of the city opened and Mamma Earth stood between night and dawn, a liminal space. 😀 It is said that Mary Magdalene walked quietly toward the womb-tomb. In her hands she carried jars filled with spikenard and myrrh, precious, fragrant offerings of devotio

🌸Holy Saturday🌸 Good morning all, more musings on Easter for me today. I didn’t sleep too well which is unusual for me. So , I decided to get up at 5am and make some Bobinsana and Rose tea. Bring in some gentleness and listen to my hearts needs.Instead of tossing and turning and getting cross with the approaching Dawn 😂 Then I began pondering on Jesus in the womb- tomb, where he was taken to after his death. A deep dark womb of a tomb. Safe and quiet. Waiting for rebirth

Mary Magdalene Mary Magdalene and witnessing the shadow Here we are Good Friday, as a child in I never understood why it was called that! I thought it was a pretty bad day as Jesus was crucified! But it turns out In old English "good" meant “Holy" but, I dont remember being told that at school. The biblical Easter story always stirred something in me, mainly the part about Mary Magdalene knelt at the foot of the cross and her role in the story. It kind of haunted me, but I

The Quiet Freedom of Releasing Expectations – Part 2 When Others Expect More Than We Can Give Dear readers, thank you for your emails and messages from my email and previous blog where I explored the stories we create when others do not meet our expectations. But as always, there is another side to this. Sometimes it is not our own expectations that cause discomfort, it is the expectations of others on us. Requests for our time. Our energy. Our attention. Our knowledge. So

Hey everyone, thank you for your emails and messages from my email and previous blog where I explored the stories we create when others do not meet our expectations. But as always, there is another side to this. Sometimes it is not our own expectations that cause discomfort, it is the expectations of others on us. Requests for our time. Our energy. Our attention. Our knowledge. Sometimes even our money. And when these expectations are not asked for gently, or with gratitud

The Quiet Freedom of Releasing Expectations. I am currently working with a Death Altar in a Shamanic group I attend with the lovely Everyday Shaman Nicky Mott. The death Altar is for helping us to become aware and to let go of the stories we create about others and ourselves, look for the answers within us, thus returning to our own inner peace. For myself, there is a couple of threads running through the work. Expectations being a bigger. Those moments in life when we find

When you choose to train with me in Holy fire or Angelic Reiki Level 2, you are stepping into exciting deeper connections with yourself and the Reiki energy.. This is where the ancient vibrations of the symbols come alive. Where thought forms are recognized where empowered distance healing grows. And when your intuition becomes louder than your doubt. And, this is where I invite you to complete case studies. Not because I am judging you. Not because you have something to pro

Now, I am sure you all know me well enough to know, I am all about the love. But as Valentines day creep nearer, I get a feeling of irritation, bordering annoyance. Valentine’s Day often feels like a celebration designed for couples, filled with hearts, chocolates, and endless declarations of love and marriage proposals. But, what if the day stirs feelings of loneliness, frustration, or inadequacy? What if you don’t fit into that mold? That’s where Anti Valentine’s Day steps

What happens when an old wound is touched and how to make yourself feel better Recently, while speaking with someone I hadn't met before, I felt something sting in my solar plexus. A tightening. A soft sickness. My body spoke to me before my brain caught up. Later, during the conversation, I learned they are close with someone who once hurt me deeply. Someone I loved, someone I was close to. U ntil the door to our relationship was suddenly closed. I know now how that this

"🎶🎤On the first day of Christmas, the lost days gave to me, A thinning veil of liminality. 🎤🎶 A few of you have messaged and asked “What are Omen cards?” Well here is my understanding. For much of human history, time was kept by the Moon, naturally. The thirrteen lunar cycles shaped our year, each one measured by the waxing and waning of grandmother moons light. Makes sense right? Our bodies, understand this rhythm. Especially us women, with the ebb and flow of our

Hello beautiful people, How are you doing? Here we are again that time of year where expectations are put upon us. From left right and center! From buying gifts to attending family gatherings, and works doo's. I wanted to share a little muse-ing with you, especially if you’re navigating the pain and confusion of a passive-aggressive family member, friend or work colleague, and dreading the party or gathering because of them. You know the type I mean. The one who is friend

There was a Christmas once when I had no home. No tree glowing in the corner, no warm kitchen humming with the smell of spices or a dinner cooking, no soft bed to curl back into after the world got too much. Instead, I carried everything I owned in a couple of bags, moving from one borrowed space to the next, trying to stay invisible to keep safe in the small hours, trying to stay brave. The nights were the hardest. There is a quiet that only winter knows — the loneliness

There comes a time in a woman’s life, often somewhere around our sixties, when the world seems to start looking past us. We are no longer the ones people invite on wild weekends or impulsive adventures. The phone rings less for holidays or family gatherings. And sometimes, it’s not strangers who forget us, it’s our own grown-up children, our daughters, our sons, the ones we once carried, nurtured, and poured our whole hearts into. It can hurt. Really hurt. There’s a deep, q

As Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Halloween or whatever you know it by approaches. I always feel a little doleful. I have had a thoughtful few weeks as I prepare to slow down for winter. This time of the year always brings to my mind, those that are no longer here with me. And as I get older, they become too many to mention. I know some of you will remember the stories of an elderly couple I used to care for. I was blessed to have had them in my life, for over 20 years. Their names,