Absorb. Love. Feel. Create.

How my life's mantra has changed over the years.

Good morning, my lovely. I felt compelled to write about joy after a scary week in the news.

This post is for my fellow soul-searchers.

Get your notepad at the ready ✍️

But before I start this Saturday Substack, I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who read my last two Samhain newsletters. I’ve had a (quite frankly) incredible influx of messages and comments - I’m so glad you found my posts useful and I really hope you had a beautiful, gentle Samhain. I feel like a lot of comfort has been sent over the veil from beyond this year.

I also wanted to thank you for your suggestions on the areas of witchcraft you want to learn more about. I’ll be gathering my knowledge and sharing rituals, spells and witchcraft info that you can build on in your own practice very soon! 🧡 Watch this space.

On the coattails of my Halloween excitement, here are some of the other things I’m excited about right now:

• starting this Shamanic Ancestral Healing course with Christine Holt at the end of the month. I feel like it’s coming at just the right time.

• my tasty soul cakes. I had quite the surplus from my Samhain ritual so I’ve been enjoying them for several days now!

• Pluto moving into Aquarius on 18-19 November. See you (never again), Capricorn.

• staying in this weird and wonderful house down in Gloucestershire. It was a lot of fun!

And now, on to some matters of the soul.

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My life’s mantra

When I was 21 years old and living in the extension of a student house that probably should have been condemned, I was writing poetry at my MDF desk.

It was 2011, and I was a Tumblr girlie. My student days consisted of pacing across my room memorising “Ode to a Nightingale”, reading Dramione fanfiction (iykyk) and birdwatching down by the River Ribble. Perhaps not your typical university experience but my niche interests kept me going throughout this otherwise tumultuous time.

There was something in me that desperately sought connection. I had never felt that I had fit in anywhere and always felt like the awkward, tall, gangly person wringing her hands in the corner of a busy room. I so desperately wanted to connect with something but my writer’s temperament meant that “peopling” wasn’t my strong suit.