By Becca This year, more than ever before, I have felt the pull of the Winter Solstice. Every part of my being has been wanting to keep...

Landscape and place help to make us  - individuals and communities -  what we are.  The story that follows tells of something that...

Words by Hannah    What does it mean to break apart?   Twelve years ago, this month, my world shattered open and I broke apart. I became...

Words by Ruth (scroll to the bottom to listen to Ruth reading this) No matter how many times this journey between worlds happens, there...

It doesn’t feel like a time for words to make sense right now. Why should it? The world doesn’t make sense when shock and grief come to...

Words by Becca   Curiosities surrounding the art of reinvention have fluttered their wings around the clockface in my house over the last...

Words by Pippa I’m alone in woodland, looking intently at an ancient hollow oak tree. I stay for hours, through to dusk.  I walk around...

Words by Ruth How are we learning to love? It is a wonderful and expansive practise to find ways not to ‘need’ feelings and expressions...

Words by Becca The statement ‘tell me who you are without telling me what you do’ has been swirling around my mind and stopping me in my...