Pheasant draws me down the lane He entrances me with his colours Unafraid to dazzle. I pace, thinking how the world has taught me to be careful. I reach the seven sisters, my Beech pioneer. One trunk is storm damaged but still stands. A piece of bark is loose. I see a bird in … More Flying in a new direction.
5.30am : Belfast International Airport I just poured boiling hot tea over my hand in Starbucks. Matcha Green Tea in a pyramid bag. I drove through the night watching a huge crescent moon rise like a scythe. My flight is at 7.45 but there … More Flying to another place.
When I teach Reiki I like to ask my students what resources they use to maintain good health or to improve their health if it takes a dip. We brainstorm on a flip chart page and when we finish I add Reiki to the list and tell them they now have it to add to … More The Self Care Toolbox Part 1
I am prepared to wait, unlit, In my place; contemplating While overhead, the world waits, sunlit. I dig deep. My roots go down, Feeding, searching, far and wide, Anchoring me for what’s to come. I plunge through ancient layers While worms caress and coil Finding secrets hidden there. When I am filled with potential … More Unearthed
It’s been months since I’ve been in the bog and I was thirsty to be there again. When snow gave way to blue skies I bolted from the house, down the lane that is the threshold. There is much here that echoes life. I cannot walk a straight path but must meander, scouting ahead for … More A Blog from the Bog
I created this vision board in October 2016. I’d just taken voluntary redundancy from a 9-5 job with a pension, I’d been doing for 15 years, to become self employed. It was like jumping off a cliff. My biggest fear was that I would fail, that I wouldn’t be strong enough, brave enough or smart … More Are You Ready?
Lying in the willow dome I look at the intertwined branches that have woven together over the years. I am emerging from the cloud of deep loss I find myself feeling lost and afraid. As I looked at the web of branches above me it occurs to me that my life is woven in a similar … More Weaving My World
I was talking to a woman today about, actually I’m not sure where the conversation started but the part I remember, that has nagged at me, and stayed with me, and prompted me to open my laptop, six hours later, and search for both of the pieces of writing we discussed, was the memory of my … More Breaking the Cycle
I believe some level of healing is always possible, given time and the right circumstances. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be working in this area. Even as a child I think I was trying to help others to heal, by trying to make them laugh, bringing them posies from the garden or giving them hugs. I … More Caught Between the Stitches