As we close the doors to Waking The Wild Medicine ‘22, it felt timely to do a post like this (for the first time since 2019!)

I am not driven.

I don’t have strong will power.

I’m not Little Miss Commitment.

I’m about as flowing, “Oh look: shiny object!”, changeable, “Oooh, new idea!”, and capricious as it’s possible to be.

If I ever give the impression that I’m done… done learning, done integrating my shadow, done mastering my art, done understanding who I am and what I’m here for… then please allow me to disabuse you of that notion now.

As we close the doors to Waking The Wild Medicine ‘22, it felt timely to do a post like this (for the first time since 2019!)

One of my longest running rituals is that of working with oils. I’ve used some form of oil cleansing most of my adult life and then more consciously adopted the Oil Cleansing Method some ten years or so ago.

I’ve been pondering what International Women’s Day means to me, if anything, and therefore what to say, if anything.

Like many autistic people, I’ve often been told I’m “too honest”. Lies feel like barbed wire on my skin, even so-called white ones. Half-truths make me feel like I can’t breathe.

My deepest devotion, my most powerful work, and my truest medicine is the one I speak about the least publicly.

I rarely share “money results” from our clients and students because they can be a distraction from what’s most important but I’m going to do so now because this is a good example of what’s most important.

For many years, I believed I wasn’t a people pleaser, a rare breed – especially as a woman, and there’s some truth in that…

This photo of me with my tree was taken on a summer afternoon last year. It was balmy and it was balm… warm, soothing, languorous.

As we’re talking to the magical people who are called to Waking The Wild Medicine, we’re noticing that so far there’s been more women than men.

Getting good with the Dark… with death, with shadow, with the earth, with fear, with blood, with the unknown… is the part of the path that most of us resist the longest.

People often ask me how I manage to fit it ALL in… the ceremonies, the circles, the rituals, the reading, the creating, the learning, the

There was a point, five years ago, when I consciously devoted myself to living from soul. I declared it aloud to my coach. It was one of the scariest choices I’ve made, not least because I didn’t really know what it meant or what it would require of me.

I resolve, on this eve of the new year, to love me. To love my less good side, the awkward way I say things like “How are you?”…twice,

“Embody what you teach, and teach only what you have embodied” -Dan Millman

I wrote the words below almost three months ago as we begun the first circle of Waking The Wild Feminine… today, as I prepare for our closing ceremony I can see it was indeed the deepest, darkest one yet.

I’ve invited the women in Waking The Wild Feminine into playing an Envy Game… ooooh, it’s so hot and juicy! Each of them are sharing what they’re envious of in the other women.

Once upon a time, I was barely conscious of archetypes, I mean, I knew the word and understood its meaning. Or rather, I understood the definition… but I had NO idea of the meaning. Now archetypes literally are everything to me… I eat, sleep (definitely dream) and breathe them.