What you find beautiful directly correlates with what makes your heart sing, makes your soul come alive, and therefore makes your life what

As I stood there, letting the waves wash up around my boots, I found myself having a conversation with the Sea.

Would you accept an invitation from the Guardian of Ice? Winter is a portal that my curious self often has to coax my tired self out to...

What a gift it is to be here! Living intertwined with Earth. Sharing breath with trees. Footprints on sand washed away by waves.

A few days before the Celtic fire festival of Imbolc, the time when the first stirrings of life can be felt deep in the darkness of the...

Where exactly do I end and does the place begin? Boundaries blur. My heart feels like it lies nestled within the meadow as the hum of the