stepping out 🦄

image from Stepping out again.  I asked myself ‘what are the first steps?’  I then realised I’m always doing them.  They may be baby steps, or even invisible at times.  It’s easy to overlook what we do. I cemented my intention a long time ago.  Maybe during my journey through the canal…  my first… Continue reading stepping out 🦄

the passion to heal 🧚‍♂️

Have I been in the birthing chrysalis? The string of the binding pulled so tight. Yes to keep me safely held (which I couldn’t see) but to increase the pressure… on those remaining globs of energy, stuck on ancient walls.  Dark, steaming mounds… old composted experience, emotions and lifetimes. Generations the parade has continued. Passing… Continue reading the passion to heal 🧚‍♂️

Telling your story🌟

Camperdown Children’s Hospital  (image from ‘It is a strange thing that all the memories have these two qualities.  They are always full of quietness, that is the most striking thing about them; and even when things weren’t like that in reality, they still seem to have that quality.  They are soundless apparitions, which speak to me by… Continue reading Telling your story🌟