What if in all this suffering, we – collectively – can reconnect and create an opening?

I’m so lucky to have people on my journey who join in the work of making small dents, all leading to another step, lighter and lighter. 

That’s a wrap. Sometimes we can enter a space and feel right at the start that something is not quite right. Usually, that’s a sign of a lack of safety.

So when it’s the right time, we need to pause and back out. It’s ok to stop. It’s not a failure. It’s liberation. If you feel unsafe, walk out.

Update (18.01.2023): staying in this unsafe space costed me six months of creative freedom, so please learn from my mistake and do not compromise your freedoms and integrity if you feel the space is unsafe. Walk out.

Impactful change can be subtle, so if it goes unnoticed, we miss the magic!

Four years ago. First counselling session in person. So glad I captured that.

I am having fantastic conversations about belongings, heritage, family systems, attachment and the importance of understanding our stories.

I am finishing reading “Homecoming”, thinking about the last five years of our journey to reconnect and build strong alliances with good people.

Grateful for the good people. Grateful for my family. Grateful for the insight, new path, and learning.

Every single day.

(photo: Corsac fox, origin of my family name)

I spent most of my childhood travelling on trains, exploring, meeting people, and learning different perspectives and stories.

I sit at train stations as often as I can these days, thinking.

What makes us safe in the world is understanding where we come from and having a sense of direction, even if the path proves too hard and we need to step onto a different one. That orientation can mean dipping into the past or out of it into the here and right now.

I love the fluidity of our multiple belongings as it allows me to see the humanity in its widening diversity.

Since I have re-discovered my own liberation, passed on to me by my ancestors and started supporting others in liberating themselves from and to a better life, I cannot help but think about the systems and labels designed to deprive us of our identities and roots.

We are all connected – in one way or another.

Finally at the point where I can start exploring the fluidity of my services and how therapy fits in, stands out, moves me forward. A great feeling to be coming back to my path after what is a few years of being away from the technology world – focus-wise. Exciting times ahead.

Perfection. Thinking a lot about resonance in how we communicate and see the world.

Many things start to connect, finally, and life feels steadier. It all should be, would be easier, but it’s done now. So I planted a pear tree today, to mark the end of months of challenges and the final essay on the course too. Her name is Pearseverance. I also planted Joy, a pink/orange butterfly bush too. Looking forward to the spring and summer. Getting on with steady work. Finally.

My new tree. Reading the news on crow’s capacity to think about thinking makes me wonder even more: when did we decide as a species that we are better than other kinds?