Missing: Self Care

As many a woman on the brink knows all too well, there are very real consequences if we perpetually postpone looking after ourselves in favour of holding the universe together. Our unholy ability to push through despite exhaustion, illness, pain, despondency, resentment or far worse than that is a dubious superpower indeed. One that comes…

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Cry You A River

When was the last time you had a good cry? A proper ugly cry, all tears and snot and strange noises in the back of your throat as your body is finally allowed through the locked gate of your heart. Do you ever really truly allow yourself to feel deeply into all that you have…

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Poetry Friday: Women’s Rage

If there is a trickier subject for the world to navigate sans euphemism or apology than the white hot rage of a woman, let me know. It is a huge part of my work because wrangling it, learning to understand it without being consumed by its fire and alchemising its lead into gold has been…

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Intuition, Self Care and the Shadow

I think of these three almost as characters in our unfolding story. They lumber along with us, waving their distinct gifts in our faces trying just to catch our attention. They stick with us as we shove them aside or question their benefits. They never give up on us, even when we flat out ignore…

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Candles Ready

I woke again this morning to a world still reeling from its hideous madness. The last weeks have seen so many of the pillars we hold dear – those that we cling to in times of trouble like justice, equality, truth, compassion and common bloody sense – beginning to shake as the foundations beneath them…

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