The last few years, and especially the last couple of months, have been an initiation into slowing down to my true nature.

We modern humans have sped up. Magical, creative beings that we are, we have created all kinds of technologies that allow us to step out of the natural patterns of life… A slow trot beginning with farming, lighting and heating, and then hurtling into computers and AI.

From as early as I can remember, I’ve done what I can to help our non-human friends, even the smallest… from moving worms from the pavement to physically fighting with the boys in the playground to decide the fate of the crane flies (known then as daddy long legs) they enjoyed pulling the legs and wings off.

Although I often talk about my love of gardening and share photos of scenes of cultivated beauty, what I’m feeling moved to express more of is the reverence for the wild that’s the intentional and devotional foundation for all of it.

My soul came here with a message… that it *is* possible to live an enchanted life, and not just possible, it’s your human birthright.

And when I say “enchanted”, if you know me at all, you’ll know I don’t mean a Disneyfied, glittery (not that I’m knocking glitter), saccharine kind of enchantment, and I don’t mean the bypassing of the mess, mud, tears, and blood of the human animal, I mean the stuff of wild magic, myth and meaning… the legacy of our long ago ancestors.

I find myself thinking about being autistic less and less these days, and it’s easy to forget why I am able to do that.

I was reminded last week after an ill-considered supermarket trip that my frazzled nervous system required a few hours in bed recovering from.

“Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?” Carl Jung

Last night I had a dream that was especially vivid… it unhooked me, frightened me and also allowed me to see how safe I really am.

What’s required to live from soul?

✨ Heart-centred

✨ Soul-led

✨ Sovereign

These are the three tenets of Waking The Wild that are woven into everything we do.

A client told me that she often struggles to create time for body-led movement*, she asked if it’s OK if she’s simply listening to her body throughout the day and seeing how it feels and wants to move.

A stellium is when three or more planets are clustered in a single zodiac sign or house.

Having mentioned in a video yesterday, that I have the rare distinction of having FIVE planets in one sign AND in one house… in Libra and in the 7th house (which is also connected to my sun sign of Libra,) which is ruled by Venus and is about partnerships, and also harmony and beauty.

I’m about as undogmatic as they come… and after all these years of almost every kind of spiritual, shamanic, somatic, shadow, sovereignty, archetypal, alchemical & self development work, I’ve arrived at the point where it seems to me that unless it prioritises the Child, it’s not really The Work, it’s yet another abandonment of the Child.

I’m lying in bed listening to my family downstairs making me breakfast in bed, and admiring my very own Klimt, painted by my daughter (when she discovered last week that he is one of my favourite artists, she secretly began painting this).

When people discover the archetypes that are meant for them, especially the ones that are rare in this modern world, the difference it makes is beyond anything rational… that’s because the archetypes are beyond the rational.

(A post from March 2019)

This week, two separate clients told me that they hate me*...

I understood why.

Becoming present to the possibility of the gift that we are can feel like The Most Terrifying Thing On Earth.

You absolutely can gag yourself for fear of the ones who are compelled by fear to judge and criticise.

Maybe you’ve experienced being shamed in recent years or maybe you’re imagining it based on long ago experiences.

I contemplated long and hard about sharing this photo I found yesterday because it’s one from my “boy” years (edit: it was for about 10 years, not just a short phase) when I was repelled by anything that seemed girly or feminine, which I’ve spoken about but haven’t ever shared photographic evidence of.