Darkest Night
Today’s winter solstice feels particularly ripe for reflection and even more of a new year than 1 January does, especially after a year that has itself felt like a kind of solstice, a deep pause.
Of things unknown and longed for still
When I was young, I dreamt I could fly too. I soared high above mountains and through valleys. I wasn’t a bird in my dreams. I was me, flying.
What does not bend, breaks
Backwoods living has tested my strength physically and emotionally and I've discovered a depth of resourcefulness I never knew I had.
Why am I leaving this?
Living here has been a journey back to me and to my place in nature.
Living the dream
My tree change included many hallmarks of a life on the land, birth and death, floods and fires and moments of holy communion with the natural world.
Rose is a rose, loveliness extreme
On reflection, my time here has been so much more than a lifestyle change, it has also been a period of personal rewilding, a journey back to my own true nature.
Not drowning, waving
The times when I've stepped into that messy uncomfortable place of my own truth and lead with it, I've made more meaningful connections.
Where ever you go, you take yourself with you
With the distractions of city life stripped bare and in relative physical isolation, there was no escaping myself, my monkey mind and some personal introspection.