People often ask me how I manage to fit it ALL in… the ceremonies, the circles, the rituals, the reading, the creating, the learning, the

There was a point, five years ago, when I consciously devoted myself to living from soul. I declared it aloud to my coach. It was one of the scariest choices I’ve made, not least because I didn’t really know what it meant or what it would require of me.

I resolve, on this eve of the new year, to love me. To love my less good side, the awkward way I say things like “How are you?”…twice,

“Embody what you teach, and teach only what you have embodied” -Dan Millman

I’ve invited the women in Waking The Wild Feminine into playing an Envy Game… ooooh, it’s so hot and juicy! Each of them are sharing what they’re envious of in the other women.

Once upon a time, I was barely conscious of archetypes, I mean, I knew the word and understood its meaning. Or rather, I understood the definition… but I had NO idea of the meaning. Now archetypes literally are everything to me… I eat, sleep (definitely dream) and breathe them.

Waking The Wild Sovereign is full . That’s all eight places in our crucible focused on Soul-led, Heart-Centred Sovereignty filled with the right people who are ready to rise and deepen into being the powerfully magical Kings and Queens they came here to be.

Breaking up with “normal” is the best thing I ever did. It’s allowed me to do life my way… to give up the never-ending quest to stop being weird and to fit in, and to walk the path of becoming who I came here to be.

I used to think that concerning oneself with the new moon and full moon was performative new age woo. I was way too brilliant, logical and able to think critically to fall for the utter nonsense that it mattered how much of the moon we can SEE. After all, that’s all that’s actually happening, right? The moon isn’t actually changing shape.

“We kissed at the barrier; and passing through

She left me, and moment by moment got

Smaller and smaller, until to my view

She was but a spot;”

Thomas Hardy

I notice my life and therefore my writing follows themes… at the moment, the theme has been a lot of our students asking “How” questions.

She whispers from the sheets,

her voice an inner smile –

Stay in sweet surrender

and I’ll make it worth your while.

She whispers from the sheets,

her voice an inner smile –

Stay in sweet surrender

and I’ll make it worth your while.

It’s a myth that one day we’ll feel powerful enough, courageous enough, resourced enough, healed enough, supported enough, protected enough, enough enough to feel ready to be the fullness of who we came here to be without any pain, fear or risk.

The topic of fairness is showing up a lot in the Wild Medicine circle and with 1:1 clients… these are powerful men and women who came here with big soul missions, constricting, judging and repressing themselves in the name of fairness.

I sometimes find myself in conversations about “success” and when I ask someone to share their definition of it, they realise the trusty societal landmarks and milestones with which they used confidently to measure success have been left behind on a worn and dusty game board upon which it no longer makes sense for them to place their piece.

This face experienced fifteen years of chronic pain. It began with an attack in which my nose was broken and my brow slashed so deeply I thought I’d lost my sight because my eyes were filled with blood.

I’ve shared before the significance this painting, The Soul of The Rose, has for me – and I’m understanding that now more deeply than ever. The first time I saw it, many years before I lived the kind of life I do now, I knew it was “home” somehow and fell utterly in love with it.

I see your selfies.

Your smiles concealed by

duck faces.

Your duck face concealed by

filters.

And despite it all,

your swan.

I see your breast milk,

secretly spattered everywhere,

like a crime scene under UV light.

I see your liquid gold

and raise you

up.

“I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewellery, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.” Clarissa Pinkola Estés …or when a dress isn’t just a dress