Still Here

"I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me."
— Hermann Hesse, Demian

Hello, Lovelies.

We have an unusual week coming up. The kind where the clarity of insight or message will be hard to ignore. And

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It started off like any other ordinary day. Like we often do, just before 7am my husband and I got into the family car, Rufous - tail wagging and a bright smile on his face - in the back. We drove toward the local shops to grab some groceries and then check the mail.

I was sitting in

Rufous, waiting for cheese to fall from the sky, which it frequently does here in the Treehouse.

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Here we are in first full week of

“People may think you’re giving up, when in fact you are simply giving in to the reality of your new life.”
— Toni Bernhard, How to Be Sick

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I met a girlfriend for coffee yesterday.

She’s an

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

— Leonard Cohen

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Welcome to this week’s Oracle — a reading to carry us through the days ahead.

I’m working with The Hero’s Journey Dream Oracle this quarter, by Kelly Sullivan Walden, with artwork by Rassouli. These

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” — Annie Dillard

Hello, Lovelies!

Welcome to this week’s Oracle — a reading to carry us through the days ahead.

I’m working with The Hero’s Journey Dream Oracle this quarter, by Kelly Sullivan Walden, with artwork by Rassouli. These

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When I was a young child I wasn’t allowed to cook without supervision, but I could make my own breakfast, so long as it was something simple: a sandwich, cereal, toast, fruit. Some small thing I could concoct for myself. And I gave every concoction a magical name and a backstory,

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” — Mary Oliver

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Each Monday I share an intuitive reading to carry us through the week ahead. These aren’t traditional tarot or oracle card readings. I spend time sitting quietly with a card, allowing it to speak to me through its imagery, its

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A couple of years ago I took myself interstate on a solo writing retreat. I was excited to be getting back into writing after a ten-year break due to ill health, so this was my gift to myself. I’d booked a room right at the top of the hotel, at the back, with a glorious view out over

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Last Monday I sat down to write an article for Substack. I had an idea, and I thought I’d just bang out a draft, edit it, and be done.

But that’s not what happened.

As I wrote — a relatively light-hearted piece — I joked about the time I got stuck in a bathtub, fully dressed, on a solo