Hopes and Dreams

This is my current view.

Beautiful isn’t it.

You almost wouldn’t believe the city centre and Primark madness are less than a minutes walk away.

Sat with my back to an ancient gravestone feels so right today. I’ve had an ancient tiredness in my bones and being, creeping up, creeping in. Unameable yet familiar.

It feels so good to just sit in the quietness as pigeons and squirrels wander by. Wandering as I wonder.

My wonderings recently have been inspired by a teacher called Arielle Schwartz. She combines psychotherapy with yoga. It’s fascinating.

She talks about how important it is to feel safe, and how often people who have experienced trauma don’t feel safe on a deep level, so need extra ‘nesting’ times and spaces.

She encouraged me to line my nest (my yoga room) with textures, colours, images and scents that speak to my nervous system, especially when doing psychothetaputic yoga.

I decided to buy myself a mat, blocks, cushion and rug just for this work. All white for some reason.

Heres the rug. Definitely a huggy rug 😂 it’s so soft. The staff in the shop kept stroking it and exclaiming.

Places like this often feel old and forgotten, and I guess buried. Powerful symbolism I hadn’t considered until now. The fact that I’m reading about old buried trauma and I end up sitting in an old graveyard.

Its a dream of mine to help people find a place of home and safety within their body and beingness. To find soul within every unfolding circumstance of life. To know that they belong and they matter. To weave ceremony for every precious stage of their life. To know that everything is sacred.

I feel like moments like this, writing this, acknowledging what I hope to create, is a signing of a sacred unseen pact. This or something better. So be it. And so it will be.