The way of the soul

Water flowing over a stone in several directions in shadow and light

Friends who speak gently in whispers talk to a different part of us. They don’t need to shout to connect with our humanity. Indeed, their voice is part of our becoming. Yet we pay so much attention to the outer part—what we are going to wear, eat, or drink. Or to our mental abilities—what or … Read more

Stepping into the quiet

Fallen camillia flowers after the rain

For those observing Holy Week, in whatever way… INTO THE QUIET In the steps of holy week,however we choose to follow,walking softly with quietened mind,tender heart and soul that can hearthe whisper we need to know.Go gently. This is holy ground. + Sue Heatherington Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿 ~ After rainfall

Being in harmony with ourselves

Scarlet Elf Cup fungi with deadwood and moss

We cannot truly belong if we are not bringing our whole selves. Our unique, one-of-a-kind being. Or, to express it another way, our particular singularity and sense of belonging are inextricably connected. We cannot have one without the other. It starts with our belonging to ourselves. We need to own who we are. So, are … Read more

Recognising our need to belong

Close up of camellia flower after the rain

I’m not sure what triggered it, but I’ve been increasingly aware of the deep need for a sense of belonging. It’s easy to rationalise or offer simplistic solutions, yet I sense this is something to sit with. Therefore, John O’Donohue’s For Belonging is an excellent place to start. FOR BELONGING May you listen to your … Read more

Delighting in a different kind of beauty

View across the lake catching the dripping of raindrops from the willow

Wandering in the murky in-between at the end of the afternoon and thinking about where we get our deepest needs met… SOUL HUNGRY Where do we gowhen hungry for beauty.To the place of limelightand gatherings of the glamorous,or the environment of lovecultivated by little acts of kindnessand the one-of-a-kind ripplesgifted by a rain-drenched willow.What feeds … Read more

Finding rest in our song

Autumn light catching a tree in shadow

All week, I have been drawn to Wendell Berry’s poem, Sabbath I. It wasn’t because I was exhausted and in need of physical relaxation. Yet, sitting with his words, I realised my need for a deeper rest. And gave in. Letting a poem speak to your soul is profound because it does not simply offer … Read more

Being open to the beautiful

White swan on the far edge of the lake

Gentle honks overhead announced their arrival. Looking up from my mossy perch, I expected to see the Canada Geese for a return trip. Instead, I witnessed the most graceful landing on the lake I have ever seen. Huge white wings effortlessly break the air to land with poise. Three beautiful swans. And as we watched … Read more

The silence of the trees

Beech leaf turning yellow

Hush now. Settle down. This is an invitation to gaze and to listen… THE SILENCE OF THE TREES There is a gracethat we cannot remember,a peace that has passedour understanding. For who cares to listento the silence of the trees?Who ventures out into the quietof their own soul? Who in this age of deafening hurrycan … Read more

Getting to the heart of it

spiders webs catching the light in a woodland clearing

There are some things you can only see in a certain light. Like the spider’s webs draped on dewy grass in the early morning. Later in the day, when the sun has been at work, you won’t notice them. Unless you feel the web catching your bare ankles. So with soul. It’s there all the … Read more