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

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....