I'm a spiritual midwife, offering guidance and soul support for women as they navigate the forgotten rites of passage. I believe that your own experience acts as your greatest authority, and that all the answers are already inside of you.
Three is a magic number
One day last week, on my icy morning walk, I saw a young boy teetering on the edge of a frozen puddle. His curiosity and desire to test the ice was mesmerizing. You could see it in his face. Eyes wide and focused. Tongue sticking out. He knew that there was a risk and a very high chance that his foot would shatter the ice, and plunge into the cold water beneath the very thin surface - and he did it anyway.
Tearing down the Walls
Up until recently, telling my story felt futile. I have had so many walls up and have now come to the realisation that there is more to lose by not telling my story. For the longest time, I believed that my story had no value. You see, my life feels ordinary. Whilst I have been through some hardships, grief and loss, I’ve never stopped to consider that these events have shaped me, or that my story might be one that others resonate with.