Gemini Rising

Been thinking about timelines and all the things that could have been different. Better, worse, but always with one constant - you.

Happy birthday to the one who knows just how to hold me - never too tight, but always enough. I can fly away whenever I want but I will always return because here I am safe; here I am all and everything. You give that to me. And all of your innumerable impressive achievements (which I won’t name here) dazzle, but not so much as the quiet might of your heart.

No filter needed; the world is this good. 🌍

I recently had the privilege of receiving these wise, beautiful words from and they have been deeply healing, deeply soothing.

We all spend so much time imagining what we need, or what conditions must be met for us to be happy.

If I had this, if life were like that, if my job were this, if my partner that.

Energy and time poured into glass vessels that break so easily against the pressures of life.

The process carries its own wisdom; I don’t regret any of the time I spent pursuing the things I thought I needed. I do this still, though much, much less than I used to.

Self-trust is a difficult win, but once it is yours, no one can take it from you.

If you go through life with conscious awareness, not so much trying to force outcomes, but noticing what gifts you receive each day, it becomes so much easier to trust yourself and trust your intuition.

Then — fleetingly, perhaps — the moments where you can really drink in life in all its beauty and splendour. Simply living, even if only for a moment.

The in my back garden are coming into bloom; I can't wait to harvest them for what will be the third year running and make so much magic with these beautiful petals.
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But I've already started making rose magic. While this first public collection of ta***ic necklaces isn't the first I've made, it is the first collection I feel is meant for others. I'm finally ready to share.
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I've been on a long, intense journey with . I had practiced intermittently for years before diving into a teacher training in January 2020. When the pandemic hit, my practice kept me going. I practiced through home schooling, a crowded house where I felt I had literally no room for myself, anxiety, uncertainty, isolation and the rest. They say is a fire and I burned, burned, burned.
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When my teacher died in August, I received an even deeper transmission (one that I am still integrating), and a creative burst came through as these necklaces.
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Now I am in a softer place with my practice, and what has risen up in the room I have created is my own magic, my own song, my own wisdom. I have so much to share. Ironically, as I've cleared, released and finally luxuriated in the crystalline waters of clarity, I feel less called to share in big, pressurised ways. I am moving more like water, and guided as often as I can be solely by my own intuition.
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And my intuition tells me it is time to share these.
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My first public collection ***icnecklaces is based on the beauty, strength, mystery, grace, wisdom and lineage of the rose. Some are weighty; others are light as air. All are infused with deep meditative study, prayer, devotion, fun. I have meditated with all of them. I don't know how they will be received, but I do feel they are no longer meant for me!
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Full details + listings tonight. Sneak peek in stories!

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What if instead of constantly looking for some angle so sharp it can cut, we embrace love, compassion, kindness, generosity, forgiveness, empathy or simply employ our ability to unsubscribe, unfollow, fail to purchase? So tired of cancel culture — honestly it has gotten so boring & I am doing my best to detach from pot-stirring. 😑

File under “sh*t I’ve had to put up with as a mother.”