Feel it

Just feel it

That’s the most spiritual thing I can tell you to do right now

A few weeks ago, I spent two weeks living within a co-living and co-working community in Cornwall called Froomies.

It was not a spiritual retreat. It is not a community built around a shared religion, lineage, ideology or teacher.

People arrived from different countries, cultures, careers, beliefs and spiritual paths.

Flirt with life.

Give the wild gods the come-on.

Inspired by the juiciness of Beltane….

I love this time of year.

Nature growing fast, wild, free, untamed and without shame.

We can do that too…

I didn’t come to spirituality for comfort.

I came because I wanted to wake up.

Over the last 25 years, I haven’t just collected teachings - I have tested them.

Lived them, questioned them, walked away from some and come back to others.

And this is what I know now...

Who is holding you while you carry all of that?

That weight heavy on your chest, settled deep in your shoulders.

Stifling your voice, smothering your breath.

That burdensome chain leaving you gagged and bound?

Who’s holding you, loving you?

No one?

Let me take that for you…

For a long time, I couldn’t fully do what was asked. I have let go of so much in the last year. My home, a long partnership, security, stability - all of it placed on the altar and offered.

But this… I held onto. And I understand now why.

My work was never really a business. It was devotion.

It was service. It was how my love for the divine moved through me and into the world. And when something is that sacred, releasing it can feel like releasing your faith itself.

There’s no full moon fire ceremony that can truly free you of this

The only way out is through….

Right. through. you.

Take a seat at the table and stick it on the plate in front of you

Look at it. Take it all in. One last time.

Don’t look away

Stare it in the face

Feel the heat rising in your squirming body

For many wellness practitioners, this isn’t theoretical. It’s personal. When income becomes less predictable, when bookings fluctuate, when people want depth but can’t always afford it, there’s a pressure to sound acceptable to as many people as possible.

Reiju is often translated as spiritual blessing or empowerment.

Rather than a one-time experience, it was traditionally offered to students regularly, allowing their connection with Reiki to deepen slowly and organically over time.

Reiki, in this way, is not something we “learn” and then use.

It is a relationship, one that unfolds through presence, practice, and humility.

And here is what the generations before us didn’t quite recognise while they were “choosing” the paths we were expected to follow:

they, too, had been trained

trained to fit the system, trained to follow the timeline, trained to keep up with the Joneses,

trained not to question the way things are because “that’s just the world”.

Trained to silence the parts of themselves that were aching, furious, hopeful, longing for change.

I want to be clear about something…If you’ve found yourself stuck in a cycle of exhaustion, overload, temporary relief, and then right back into the same patterns again - it doesn’t mean you’re doing healing “wrong.”

It’s not you. It’s the system.

The truth is, the structures we live in are designed to keep us here. Capitalism, individualism, corporate greed, governments more invested in the economy than in people’s wellbeing - they all benefit from us being drained, compliant, and too tired to question.

You can’t outrun yourself forever. Believe me, I tried.

Lately I’ve been reflecting on the importance of integration as a spiritual practitioner and teacher.

We live in a time when it’s so easy to become a spiritual butterfly - fluttering from one modality to the next: a ceremony here, a medicine there, a new coach or retreat, clutching at straws, hoping the next thing will fix us.

What struck me most is that in previous dreams or visualisations, when I’ve found myself in a house, it’s always been a space that represented my own mind. These unfamiliar houses felt like something else entirely: the minds of others. The inherited beliefs of society. The cluttered architecture of conditioning.

It’s a strange thing, learning to live with impermanence.

Since we set off on this journey, we’ve stayed in eight different homes, a tent, and a retreat centre. Plans arise and dissolve. Opportunities appear, and vanish just as quickly—only to be replaced, redirected, or paused entirely. Change has become our rhythm.

One of the greatest unknowns when we began this journey wasn’t where we would end up - but what it would feel like to no longer have a fixed place to call home.

Letting go of our possessions was one thing.

Letting go of our home - our physical shelter, our so-called security - was quite another. It brought up fears and discomfort, not just in us, but in the people around us.

Especially here, in an affluent town in one of the UK’S more well-off counties, the idea of giving up a rented home by choice can sound unthinkable. Radical. Even reckless.

It’s been four weeks since we began our coddiwomple- a purposeful wandering toward an as-yet-unknown destination. In that time, my partner and I have traded the familiar for the fluid. Each day brings unexpected lessons, especially about the art of letting go.

What surprised me most? I don’t miss my altar.

I created a travel version, carefully packed it… and haven’t touched it.

Instead, I’ve been turning inward more deeply than ever. The sacred hasn’t been lost- it’s been distilled.

As Rumi says:

“Everything you seek is within you.” Even altars.

This is Part 1 of a new series I’m sharing- reflections on what it means to release, root, and remember ourselves on the move.

I’m calling it A Sacred Unravelling.

To coddiwomple, to travel purposefully toward an as-yet-unknown destination.

At the age of 44, here I am about to get my coddiwomple on…

To wake up before dawn, live by strict spiritual discipline, and dedicate every moment to devotion? I took the leap and spent seven days inside the world of the Hare Krishnas by participating in their “ be a monk challenge” - here’s what I learned.

For much of human history, darkness has been misunderstood. It’s often seen as something to avoid, fear, or conquer. In a world flooded with artificial light and constant stimulation, we’ve grown distant from darkness- both the literal kind that comes with nightfall and the metaphorical kind that accompanies introspection, uncertainty, and change.

But what if darkness, like light, has its own gifts to offer? What if instead of running from it, we learned to embrace it?

This blog was inspired by my own conscious business journey and my desire to support others on theirs. It is a new road for many of us to navigate and there is not many maps available yet. So it is wonderful to be surrounded by other like - minded business owners. Much love to the lovely peeps in the photo - these are some of our conscious business community members and they inspire and encourage me every day.