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've been reflecting on the ceremonies I've created over the years, thinking about what inspires me to create ceremony, to hold ceremony...

Before I knew my auntie and uncle's farm was being handed back (after a 57 year tenancy) I had a dream about being there - a dream I took to my dream group which my facilitator invited me to work by holding ceremony there....