Honouring Feminine Wisdom

Some days I see clearly that the soul is made of stories, because when I sit in the peace of the early morning and the first light awakens my essence within, then deep forgotten tales come alive somewhere inside. The light is so gentle this morning, the air so quiet and comforting. As the drooping twigs sway just slightly in the soothing breeze, they remind me that inner peace has always been my end goal and I am grateful for moments like this when I find it.

In my heart, a wild place in me whispers: I embody the Goddess. I embody sacredness. I am love. I am light. I am healing….I will carry this mantra with me today because they are came from a place of wisdom and must be the medicine that my soul needs right now.

Beneath me, the Earth is wet with dew and vibrant with Divine Feminine love. Nature is my path to many things – healing, a profound understanding of the world, peace – and of course my path to Goddess, especially Goddess, because the two are so deeply intertwined.

The more I draw aspects of the natural world into my life, the louder the voice of the feminine speaks. Most recently, I encountered an important lesson on honouring feminine wisdom through the pink roses that I’ve found great joy in surrounding myself with. I wrote about this experience in my latest article for Over the Moon Magazine. You can read it here if you’d like to: What Flowers Taught me about Burnout.


May your day be filled with peace, love and light.

How to Live In Grace

“But I want first of all…to be a peace with myself….I want, in fact – to borrow from the language of the saints – to live “in grace” as much as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The sun feels like warm honey dripping down my back. Its medicine soothes my cold sick bones.

Lean back and rest,” whispers the sun.

So I oblique and lean into its comforting embrace from my cosy chair near the window. I write a few words and then snooze. When I open my eyes, I jot down a few more dreamy words – “This is how I’m meant to be right now. This is grace for me in this moment”. Then I drift off again. Wrapped in a cocoon of warm honey sun, I close my eyes and surrender my tired body to sleep.

Most days I convince myself that living in grace means doing certain things. Things like waking up early, meditating frequently, drinking tea, journaling, doing yoga or connecting with Mother Earth. Yet now, being man down with terrible flu and unable to do many of these things, I’m reminded that I’m not necessarily living ‘out of grace’ when I’m not doing these things. Yes, the activities I’ve listed are all valuable pathways which do indeed lead me back to a state of grace. However, the experience of living in grace is not so much about the doing and as it is about settling into a space of quiet inner peace and allowing it to translate into a harmonious outer essence of flow.

Grace is such a fluid thing. It’s a tender process of surrendering, flowing and allowing things to be as they are. It requires easing through each moment without resistance.

Mother Nature does grace so well. I see it in the poise of the robin sitting on my windowsill, in the way another brown leaf falls to the earth and in how the paper white blossoms next to me glow like luminous snow in the winter light.

I breathe in this serenity slowly, mindfully and exhale any resistance to what is. I remind myself once more that this is what grace looks like for me right now, even if it means making peace with this illness

What does living in grace mean to you?