Maybe flowers are here to teach us how to be human. How to unashamedly embrace our true nature no matter how different or beautiful. To realise that we are not meant to look or sound or act the same. That diversity is not just…
I’ve just arrived home after such a nourishing trip to upstate New York. I was there visiting my friends Eliza and Sil Reynolds and then sharpening up my shamanic skills at the Light Body School Review at Menla. A week of deep connection, learning, devoted people, delicious food, comfy beds…
The more personal it feels, the more universal it actually is. We are all innocent children looking to be seen, understood and cherished. With wounds and traumas no matter what life has dealt. Souls doing their best to be embodied. Deeply longing to belong.
We live in a time where many of us have we have become disconnected from the land beneath us. Somewhere along the way a severing happened. A moment where it became too painful to stay connected. And as such we find ourselves wondering where we truly belong. Wandering around not…