You’ll find me –
In the forest – walking
By the sea – talking
At the river’s edge – dreaming
Inside the ruins – remembering




You’ll find me –
In the forest – walking
By the sea – talking
At the river’s edge – dreaming
Inside the ruins – remembering





I am getting my mindset into the sensations of the season. My autumnal mind of gratitude and collecting my thoughts of what I have nurtured this past year. My assessment is that I have had a steady slow path which completed a teaching document I have the task to complete from so long ago. It was a very difficult development to fullfil the congruent structure set by an organisations requirements. At times I thought I would never succeed. I was navigating my grief from the loss of my Father as well as caring for my Mother. A deep desire was unfolding to be nurtured in nature, so I turned towards the sights and signs around me. The focus that kept me going was turning of the wheel and the boundaries of my inner compass. The deadline by which I needed to complete was set at the season of gratitude, the harvest, and the folding inwards for the great pause of winter.
Now it is complete. It is time to lay down the pencils, or save the final draft in a file. Autumn 🍂 is a time to harvest what I have sown. For me it is learning to walk as nature intented. To celebrate the achievement of the completion but not to launch into action. You see, I am turning to nature as my teacher. The steps are leading me to root into the dark seasons with a sense of completion. The dark months for me will be for dreaming in the visions, taking time to consider practically, what needs to be brought into form from the formless. For now, it is a time to pause and let the leaves fall 🍃🍂🍁.
For now, I am putting away the pencils, closing the file, and allowing myself the pleasure of completion.
How do you celebrate all that you have brought into being these last seasons?
How are you celebrating your harvest?
What rituals are you planning for Autumn?





Well Woman Water Questing
A day venturing to Shap Abbey 💙💚🌊🌀
A hidden Abbey in the heart of Enchanted Cumbria.
A walk over the old stone bridge, through a field, passed the well spring with its clear running water trickling over the bricks, to the kissing gate of the ruins.
What a beautiful magic Elen energy line this is.
🐉💧 ⛪ 💙💚
Dedicated to
By the
“The Premonstratensians at Shap Abbey were a small community of about 12 canons, governed by an abbot. The abbey was founded in 1200 by Thomas, son of Gospatric, a local baron who donated land to the canons. The abbey was the last to be founded in England and the last to be dissolved by Henry VIII in 1540.
The ruins of Shap Abbey are located by the River Lowther, a short distance from Shap. The abbey is in the care of English Heritage”. (English-heritage.org)

Open my hand to Magnificent One, and stretch out my fingertips beyond all knowing
Feel into the spacious capacity to believe
In all that will be, is palpable, touchable within me
The All is a Presence inside my Soul, hidden from my hands only from a belief in Me
Crescendo upon the shores of my palm.
I am ready to receive all the shells of this sea
and weave them together,
like a necklace of needs which I now perceive to be reality

Silence
Stillness
Self emptying
These are the moments at the Altar of the Heart
No-thing is created
No thoughts, no memories, no pondering
Only the Heart and the Breath
Are Heard
Here is the Soul
Listen





The Altar is a place to bring what you Love. A place to represent our emotions, feelings and memories, our energies. We tend to tie some of these energies to objects that arose these connections. We are thus creating a direction for healing and wholing to the sacredness of our Being, our Altar.
Bring what you Love to the Altar stirs our felt senses to the surface, so we become our own witness, our own compassionate heart. It releases our inner spirit to move to truth, honesty and reverence from the tightness of our tender enclosure. This connection, these objects, give us the feeling of prayer, the spirit of the heart to be expressed in a smooth creative process.
This is the language of Spirit, of Spirit meeting our true nature and our true nature being expressed. It is a representation of our Spirit connecting to our Truth.
The Altar is a place to hand over all that was, all that can be and empty into the stillness of the heart
With every breath, rests into Love.
Into the presence
Into spaciousness
Where Love enters and lays on the Altar of the Heart.

The Sanctuary inside the Temple is quiet and still
There is a softening with every echoing step towards the Altar.
On the Altar the candle flame in the glass bowl beams a warming red.
The gaze softens, the body responds. All that is required is to breathe, feel the glow within and breathe some more, and some more….
