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  • The Sacred Connection Between Nature and Self-Discovery

    Once there was a girl …

    Who spent her days crawling under thorn bushes,
    laying beneath trees,
    and listening to the birds.

    Running through the meadows,
    grazing on succulent berries,
    and gazing at the clouds.

    Basking in the warmth of the sun,
    dancing in the rain,
    embracing the wild winds,
    and finding quiet within the snow.

    Forever muddy, hair tangled, and heart full of love.

    And she’s the girl I have been looking for…
    but I had no idea until now.

    The one who knew how sacred time was.
    How sacred the land we walk upon is.
    And how sacred our connection is —
    to ourselves, and to this home we share.

    She embraced life fully,
    with a light heart,
    because she knew she was held
    by the winds of life.

    Forever changing,
    but always grounded.

    She knew that one day I would find my way back.

    And when I did…

    I would never feel lost again.

    Thank you
    for waiting for me,
    for supporting me,
    for always guiding me back.

  • Winter to Spring: A Journey of Trust and Renewal

    A warm wind brushes my cheeks.
    I tilt my head up to the sky,
    the sun’s warmth embracing my entire being—
    a welcome after a dark winter.

    I close my eyes and listen
    to birds chattering,
    busy about their day,
    preparing for new life to emerge.
    A distant bumblebee hums,
    searching for the first spring flowers.

    I exhale,
    releasing all the worry of winter—
    the wondering whether I would make it,
    whether the darkness would swallow me whole.

    The sun on my face suddenly vanishes,
    hidden behind a cloud.
    I open my eyes—
    a rain shower approaches.
    I close them again.

    In an instant, I am covered in icy wind,
    cleansed by what feels like a winter shower—
    cold and sharp.
    My body tenses.
    I breathe in deeply
    and make an effort to relax.

    I embrace the cold.
    I embrace the winter winds.
    And I open my eyes—

    a red kite hovering overhead,
    gliding with the wind,
    no resistance,
    only trust.

    I close my eyes again,
    and I remember.

    I remember how much I froze,
    how much I hid away,
    how much I broke under the pressure.

    But through it all,
    I found a light—
    a strength I had never known before.
    One that lets go,
    that puts faith and trust first,
    that allows itself to be supported
    and move forward.

    The sun breaks through the winter shower.
    I am warmed once again,
    and reminded—

    that spring is the clearing
    of what I cannot carry with me,
    of what I must let go of.

    That nothing is ever permanent.
    Things will always change.

    But how I show up is my choice,
    my responsibility.

    And I choose to glide,
    to surrender,
    to move with the currents of life.

  • Sparrowhawk

    A moment with nature that stayed with me …

    You saw me before I saw you.
    Perched upon the fence, gazing through the window.

    I became instantly mesmerised by your presence —
    your beauty, your confidence.

    I watched you for what felt like an eternity.

    You turned your gaze back upon the land,
    searching for food.
    You studied.
    You stayed still.
    You remained patient.

    Your quiet poise was teaching me something
    I would later have to learn to embody.

    I broke the trance for a moment
    to begin making breakfast,
    and when I looked back, you were gone.

    Tears began streaming down my face.
    I didn’t know why.
    But I let them fall.

    I sobbed.
    I wished you would return.

    You didn’t that day.

    But you made sure to return
    in the moments I truly needed your presence.

    You arrived in different ways,
    communicating things in my life
    that I couldn’t fully see.

    You were teaching me how to embody qualities
    I had been too scared to before.

    And every time I saw you,
    it was no longer a moment filled with tears,
    but a quiet acknowledgement:

    Life is bigger than what’s in my head.
    We are far more connected
    than we have been led to believe.

    And nature will always find a way to nudge us —
    to show us it’s okay to confront the obstacles in our lives.
    We have choices.

    And today,
    we can choose differently.

  • Nothing and Everything All at Once


    Walking through the scent garden was my favourite place to hide.

    The sun warmed my skin as I crossed the busy playground, timid and apologetic, until I reached the cool shade of the silvery birch tree that overhung my hiding spot.

    The paving slabs beneath my feet were broken here and there. I jumped across each one, holding tight to my lunch box.

    I found my favourite place to sit, right near the lavender.

    I settled in and slowly ate my packed lunch, the scent of herbs and lavender surrounding me, easing something inside my body in a place that made me want to run away.

    A place where my mind couldn’t quite find the words I wanted to say, so I ended up saying nothing.
    A place so loud that all I wanted was to come outside and hide in the scent garden.

    I took deep breaths and listened.
    The birds.
    The gentle breeze.
    The distant sound of children playing.

    And I longed for time to speed up.

    A whole afternoon still stretched ahead, and all I wanted was to go home.

    The plants and trees around me always had a way of making me feel safe enough to let the feelings rise.
    But they came like an erupting volcano, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control them.

    I tried to swallow my tears, but they sat just beneath the surface.

    Another afternoon with a knot in my throat.
    My eyes heavy with emotion I wouldn’t allow myself to release.

    Maybe the garden could teach me how to make time speed up.

    The way it always seemed to when I sat there — as if I had only just arrived and finished eating when the bell rang, calling us back inside.

    Maybe one day I would learn how.

    But for now, I swallowed down as much of my emotions as I could.
    I took a deep breath of the scents around me, and tried my best to be normal.

    Like everyone else.

    But my stomach hurt.

    A deep dread sat in the pit of it as I crossed the playground and lined up with the other children.

    My teacher stood there, and I flinched inside, bracing myself in case she told me how useless I was again.

    I wished I could have stayed hidden.

    But I was too scared of getting into trouble for misbehaving —
    when it often felt like simply being who I was was enough to cause it.

    Too quiet.
    Not logical.
    Timid.
    Emotional.

    Maybe one day someone would tell me what was wrong with me.
    Or maybe I would find the answer myself.

    But for now, I put my head down.
    I shrank.
    And I tried to blend into the sea of school children.

    If only I could become invisible.

    Decades later…

    After feeling that way for most of my life — learning, growing, and still carrying that quiet sense of not quite fitting into this world —

    I walk beneath the gleaming sun.

    I smile, allowing the fresh air and the sounds of nature to wash over me.
    Gently clearing the overthinking, the self-doubt, the worry.

    And in that moment, I feel like nothing…
    and everything all at once.

    I open my eyes.

    And there, just a few metres away in the grass, in broad daylight, is a small hedgehog.

    Moving slowly across the ground,
    pausing,
    rummaging gently,
    eating as it goes.

    My whole body fills with awe.
    With wonder.
    With quiet joy.

    Tears rise to the surface.

    What a beautiful little being.

    And suddenly, I am back with that little girl.

    Sitting alone in the scent garden.
    Eating her lunch.
    Wondering what was wrong with her.

    Trying to understand why she felt the way she did.

    Now I see her clearly.

    That little girl was never broken.

    She was deeply connected — more than she ever knew.

    She was never truly alone.

    She carried something within her that many of us are taught to forget.

    That we are part of nature.
    That we belong to it.

    That is why we feel at home there.
    Why we soften.
    Why we feel so deeply in its presence.

    And maybe…

    We are not meant to harden ourselves to fit into the world.

    Maybe we are meant to remember.

    To return.

    To reconnect.

    Because we, too,
    are nothing…
    and everything all at once.

  • Reconnecting with Life: From Chaos to Clarity

    The rain taps away at the window.
    The wind howls.
    I lay awake.

    For once, my heart isn’t trying to break out of my chest.

    Instead of waking from a terrifying dream, I woke from a dream where I was laughing — uncontrollably laughing.

    I can’t remember what that feels like.
    To laugh without the suffocating mental weight of life.
    To laugh and feel lighter.

    That’s what my dream felt like.
    And I am so thankful that maybe the path I am walking is leading me somewhere I am no longer holding on by the tiniest thread.

    I lie there for some time, and close my eyes.
    I listen to the beat of nature outside.
    To the soft hum of my dog snoring.
    To my child sleeping peacefully next to me.

    Life is so incredibly simple.
    And yet so incredibly complex.

    The miracle of Planet Earth and the Universe is completely mind-boggling.

    That a force greater than us can create, evolve, and regenerate despite terrible odds… it feels like magic.

    When life is stripped back to its simplicities, it’s awe-inspiring.

    The sunlight dancing on the water.
    The warmth of a fire when you are cold to the bone.
    The embrace of another when you feel scared and alone.

    Simple moments, often lost in the chaos of modern life.

    We have been conditioned to move so incredibly fast that we never get the chance to move at the speed nature intended.

    To move with the rhythms of life.
    With intention.
    With awareness.

    Urgency doesn’t create solid foundations.
    It creates fear and panic.

    And that is how I have lived my life.
    Pushing through.
    Again and again.

    The results were always the same — exhaustion, confusion, self-loathing.

    I never understood why I couldn’t do what everyone else could.
    Why my body gave up.
    Why my mind reached the point where I couldn’t hear myself anymore.

    Now I know.

    Nature never intended for continuous fast movement.
    Always pushing.
    Always being more.

    Nature asked us to pay attention.
    To listen to the spaces in between.
    To cultivate deep awareness within and around us.

    I don’t think it was all for nothing.

    We were pushed by fear, and by the ego taking the driving seat, to fully experience the world that an unloved and misunderstood ego creates — one of disconnection, chronic illness, and unsustainability.

    Now we know.

    Many of us are changing direction.
    And it feels impossible sometimes, when the world around us escalates in violence and fear.

    It is hard to return to hope when the storm clouds keep coming thick and fast.

    I don’t know what the future brings.
    But in those tiny moments of pure presence, another world is revealed.
    And it is quietly reaffirming itself into reality.

    As we evolve, as our internal worlds and compasses shift,
    as we feed fear less,
    as we reconnect and tend to our inner wounds…

    The external world has no option but to shift.

    We may not see the full effect in our lifetime.
    But future generations will.
    Because the ripple effect has been activated.
    The moment we became friends with our shadows.

    The ego was never the enemy.
    It was the doorway to finding the voices and awareness so many of us have searched for in our lifetimes.

    To allow the ego to soften and rest.
    Instead of panic screaming at us day and night.

    As we evolve, and our voices and actions become clearer, more intentional, and wiser,
    life evolves too.

    No matter what the future brings,
    I find comfort knowing we are flowing with the tide of change rather than fighting against it.

    Maybe clarity doesn’t arrive all at once — but slowly, in quiet moments when we finally learn to breathe again.

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