I went to an online Memorial for my beloved teacher, Nicola, making an altar of her order of service, a candle, and a pine cone (collected and shared in ritual, by her close women friends). During the online ceremony, I was squeezing the pinecone without realising, which unbeknowns, to me, released all the seeds. I had never really considered the seeds of a pinecone! somehow, had thought the whole cone was a seed! But there they were, those tiny seeds... the beginning of

I'm deeply moved, teary and overflowing with love and gratitude for the women who trusted me to hold them today... who showed up in their fullness and beauty... who put themselves first, just for a few hours... put themselves at the centre of their lives. Nine women. Nine months of sacred connection. I wonder what we'll journey through together. Perhaps birth, death and everything in between. Who will we be at the end of it? Who knows?! All I know for sure is we'll be riche

At this turning of the wheel... May we pause to notice the sweetness of life in this moment. May we have the patience to wait for all else to ripen. May the way in which we use the harvest contribute to our communities and our planet. May we show up fully and with courage, honouring who we are now, at this time in our lives and trusting the gifts we bring to the world. May we travel the spiral with grace knowing that each turn brings us deeper into ourselves. A wee Lughnasa