Sitting here in this in between space as we go through a journaling process, I realise that I have always been an ‘inbetweener’. I grew up between two villages, on the east coast of Ireland between the land and the sea. I have never ‘belonged’ to a place, a tribe, a concept, always hovering at the edges, dipping in and stepping out as needs be.
Got sucked down the rabbit hole of being seen yesterday.
Walked through the land of my egoic mind – needy, clingy, desperate, claustrophobic.
Crossed a bridge into the realm of the soul – desiring, witnessing, yearning, deep presence.
Inside each of us there is a place I believe that we long to call home. Even though I am from Ireland and very proud to be Irish there is also a part of me that never quite felt ‘at home’, like a part of me was always treading water looking to put down deeper roots, to really ground myself, to stop and to be very still.
It’s just over 3 weeks since we moved into our new house here in southern Italy and I think the reality of it all is finally starting to sink in. We are living in a beautiful house, on the edge of a medieval village that overlooks olive groves, vegetable gardens and ancient oak trees.
Spring has sprung here in the Cilento and it feels so good in my bones. I love the change in the light, the stretch in the days and the signs of new life all around me. Our neighbour’s dog has had puppies and they are for me the embodiment of spring; new, playful, curious and Read More
When we meet with the Shadow Feminine she provides us with an opportunity to dig beneath the surface, find our beauty, our strengths and our gifts; and in doing so we set ourselves free from being afraid of our shadow.