Hello you,
Let me tell you a story, like I’m showing up on the first day back at school and telling you all about my summer.
Let me tell you the story of what I learned about truth in the hot, dry days of August.
This story actually starts years ago, as stories often do. Seven years ago, in the times before Covid and King Charles the Third and Brexit, I was a little baby witch just beginning to explore working with magic and embodiment.
Seven years ago I cast a spell.
It was a spell for truth. Because I didn’t know how to tell it. Not to myself or to anyone else really. I was so used to shapeshifting into what people needed me to be, saying what I imagined they wanted to hear. I was used to being the good one, the clever one, the one who does what’s expected of her.
And when you play a part long enough you start getting real good at shushing the bits that don’t fit with the story you’re telling. The dissonant opinions, the inconvenient feelings, the wants and needs, yeses and nos that your body whispers to you. Eventually I got so practiced at it that I stopped being able to hear them at all. It was all just a white noise hum.
So I carved white candle with the words “tell the truth” over and over, lit the wick, and I cast a spell to learn how to hear the truth again.
I didn’t have a clear picture of what would come of it. No goal or destination in mind. I had no clue who I would become under the clear, sharp eye of this devotion. There was just this smoky pull, like a whisper I couldn’t ignore any longer.
And so often that’s how big life changes are, right? The truth in our bones pulls at us over and over. We know that something has to change, but we don’t know how. And often we think ourselves out of it. Logic it into the ground. Tell ourselves it doesn’t make any sense, that if we can’t imagine it it must not be possible. Our thinking minds and egos so badly want to know how everything will work out so badly that we never let the magic unfold.
The baby witch version of me had no idea where the thread of truth telling would lead her.
Didn’t know that she would spend seven years spiralling deeper and deeper. that she would learn to be with the wildness that lives within her, to cultivate the skills to steady herself and let energy move through, to take responsibility for her desires and needs, and to connect with the divine. If she’d known how much she would be asked to let go of in service to truth she might have been too afraid to begin. But began she did.
And seven years later, in the drought-dry summer heat of August, came the latest unfolding of what is turning out to be a lifelong dance with truth. This summer was like a portal, I entered as one version of myself and came out the other side transformed.
It was a summer of telling clean sharp truth. The kind that had been ringing in my bones for years. The kind I’d been trying to not know, convinced that it would devour me. It was a summer of watching the stories I spun about how terribly things would go if told the truth melt away like cotton candy, revealing so many other possibilities instead.
My summer was full of delight in so many shapes - endings morphing into beginnings, relationships shifting course in ways I’d never even known to hope for, and me bursting joy in the kitchen in disbelief that life could unfold like this. It was the summer that I learned the art of leaping and falling, surrender and trust; leaning into all the practices and supports I’d learned in those seven years since that spell was cast.
So let me tell you what I’ve learned about the truth this summer.
The truth transcends logic. It runs way deeper than what our egos would prefer to be true, or what we think makes sense.
The truth isn’t convenient. It asks us to expand beyond the rigid pathways we loop through. The ones that we think will keep us safe, but often just keep us tidy and small.
The truth is just the truth. It has no relationship to what we think should be happening, what we should be feeling.
We feel it in our bodies, if we let ourselves get quiet enough to listen. It shows up and whispers (or yells) at us in sensation and instinct and intuitive nudges, the powerful tide moving beneath the chop of our thoughts.
The truth is a risk and a gamble. And you don’t have to take it. Don’t have to open up or trust or surrender. But life is so much more alive when you have the courage to leap.
Embodiment Guidance sessions are designed to bring you more alive. They’re a six-month container of collaborative support where folks in marginalised bodies can reconnect with their bodies, and the wisdom they hold. They offer a mixture of conversation, embodied practice, and magic making, designed to reconnect you to your truth and power in sustainable ways.
Some themes we might explore in one-to-one embodiment:
Cultivating presence, nervous system safety, and the capacity to stay with yourself in the midst of real life
Developing awareness of embodied desires and needs. Moving beyond who you should be and into who you are. Discovering practices that nourish you and open space for creativity, pleasure, truth and play
Exploring tarot, magic making, and connection to place as an embodied practice. Weaving intention, mystery, and connection to source into your everyday
Navigating stuckness and letting energy move through. Holding yourself in transformation and turbulence. Grounding and releasing what is no longer needed.
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(PS – I also offer stand alone one-to-one sessions, if you have a specific single issue that you want to dive into)