This place, this account, these pictures, these stories, will be about us walking ourselves home. Together, and individually. Stories, books, nature, recipes, rituals, community, beauty, and more will be there. Resources to help you guide yourself home, so that one day we may all speak to one another from a place of home within ourselves. Where there’s no fear, no blame, and no shame. Simply, presence and joy of who you are.

The unknown advantages of the Jack of all Trades — Ever since I was a kid I’ve been torn between a specialised mother — has been knitting since she was 7, has worked in wholesale for 25 years, has been reading the same kind of romance novel for the past 30 or so years, and a radically diverse father —…

Disclaimer: This first started out as an idea I had a hunch about and ended up turning into actively processing a blockage I’ve had for a while, without that many filters or trying to make it look pretty. There’s something I’ve been struggling with for as long as I remember…

There’s a feeling of peace. Between your everyday life and your escapades into the depth of ascension, there’s a balancing point. You are present with the mundane and the realities of your Life and fully at peace with who you are, where you are, and what your Life and the…

It feels weird to choose to slow down and to do so consciously. I’ve burned out enough times to become sick of working and chasing something. …

Written circa April 2021 A thought I had while dazed and in and out of sleep is how everyone I know will someday leave my Life. It filled me with sadness and after a few moments, being too unconscious to overthink it — it filled me with acceptance. I have…

ease, surrender, trust, peace, calm I’m in a place in Life where I am learning to surrender and actively cultivate time and space for ease. I journal in the mornings with my garden door open, drinking warm water, as my cat sits outside and occasionally chirps up as a way…

I dream of a day when I am deeply connected to my lineage. I dream of a day where I revere my grandmothers and not resent them and the entirety of my family. I sometimes wonder if I’m the first in my family to try to break the cycle of…

It’s a beautiful and chilly winter here in the South of France. I’m an experienced facilitator in ceremonies and women’s circles and we are all at my home in a big living room made specifically for these retreats. Women come from types of small nooks of the world to be…