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’m taking longer than expected to integrate and land after the last shamanic initiation.

A seer I know said she felt I’m shedding a skin… she’s right; I feel raw, unmade, wide open. The doors have been well and truly blown off. I haven’t really been writing, I haven’t been replying to messages and emails, I haven’t been putting big ideas into motion… In short, I haven’t been creating.

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.

Men,

we want to tame you,

contain you,

restrain you.

Take away your roar.

There’s no safe place for your strength.

Your directness is a damned affront.

Your hardness isn’t welcome here.

“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

I’ve just been involved in a controversial thread in a fb group, where the poster talked about people “suffering from autism” and then deleted the post when autistic people explained why her wording was problematic – which sparked another post about her “dirty delete” which has also become conflict-fuelled.

By Lian Brook-Tyler

Your arrival was

heralded in words like

sanitary, applicators, cramps.

You seemed functional,

I felt nothing much at all.

When you came,

the battle was a lonely one,

with a tampon stubbornly stuck.

You seemed like the enemy,

I felt scared and small.

I’m writing this sitting in my fave Thai restaurant, glowing with joy. 🥰There’s something about my Wednesday afternoons off that absolutely THRILLS me… way beyond the amazing Thai feast, massages, choosing lovely treats for the family, wandering in the wild, and sitting in the garden reading (though admittedly, they are all glorious!)

’m back to Kung Fu for the first time in over 6 months… My children were just asking me why despite my many years of obsessive training in martial arts, I never formally competed.

MAKING IT LOOK EASY ✨ There was a point a few years ago when finally… everything began to work. Every group program we offer fills quickly and our 1: 1 programs are full until next year, they’re a dream for us to create and they deliver all the transformation intended, seeming miracles, in some cases.

“Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you.”

A sneak peek into what’s going down in Waking The Wild Medicine… “The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed” ~ Carl Jung

To create a business, a real business – the beautiful, fantastical, edgy af, playful and love-fuelled one that your soul is inconveniently calling you to – takes time. Time to hear your soul’s call, time to find the courage to heed it and then a lot more time than you believe at the start that you can or will give it before it ‘works’.

That’s one of the things I regularly say to our clients. I’m asking how they’ll celebrate an expansion in their being, reaching a milestone in their business, or taking especially challenging aligned action.

This week I saw a lion and a wolf in the bark of my special oak tree. Both are symbolic animals for me and seeing them together in this way was the answer to a deep question I’ve been living into. Is there *really* a lion and a wolf depicted here?

I’ve been lying in bed looking through old photos with the children. The timing is interesting because this month in Waking The Wild Medicine we’ve been entering the crucible of Story (especially the telling of the story of our wounds and gifts… and telling them from Sovereignty), so my younger self has already been more in my awareness than usual.

“The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.”

~ Carl Rogers

The *only* reason I meditate is because I’m devoted to the Magical Path. Me + meditation before now=Meh. And yet, one way or another, meditation is a requirement of the path I’m devoted to, so meditate I do. Devotion can be *that* powerful, but in my view, any talk of devotion requires some small print.

For most of my life I believed that the Feminine was weak, spoilt, illogical, manipulative, selfish, inconvenient, and did I say weak? But the more I heal and integrate my relationship to the Feminine, the more I see who I really am and where my true power lies.

It’s taken a very long time to love this woman: how she moves, how she thinks, how she speaks, how she feels, how she creates, and finally… how she looks. There’s a bazillion different reasons *not* to love ourselves – Fear can make every one of them compelling, convincing and reasonable.