The heart whispers: a composition.

Picture this, like a Leunig cartoon depicting a moment, a happening.   You walk over to a fellow spirit. Your hands are cupped in front of your chest, Hold safe the treasure, It sparkles beneath.   Slowly, reveal your tender beat, As it pounds faster and faster, Protrudes further, onto your sleeve.   With each…

Winter solstice; the healing masculine.

May we honour the masculine in their healing. May we honour our masculine into healing As the Knights travel to the Woods on the night of the Winter Solstice, we hold the flame for the masculine to enter their deepest moments of reflection; Death. A part of the cycle. We give our wounds a new…

Silence and simplicity; the great holders of lessons.

We walked the land. We spoke our truths. We held on to what was needed to be let go of. We gathered by the fire telling each other our stories, our perceptions of our current reality. We made jam from wild raspberries growing on the field. We breathed together, and did all this to feel….

Equanimity is a tightrope.

This world is a tightrope, a fine line. One side you have those who push you off, and on the other you have those who hold your hand and catch you. By You, it is Us. We are a collective of takers and givers, and the tightrope is choice. Finding equanimity is a constant, as…