Samhain


As soon as I attend to my body it settles back and makes space for the rest to come through. At this time of year, everything feels so close anyway. So powerful. As if someone turned the amperage up to eleven. My skin is permanently tingling and I'm definitely hearing the call.

Yesterday I toyed with the idea - after it popped up in a 'you have automatically renewed your domain' email - of just switching back to The Art of Wildness because that's where this pull is coming from. But it's the concept, not the blog. It's never the blog. 

November 1st marks the start of 'my year' at work and I suddenly get a whole new hunk of annual leave to play with. Most is tied up already but I've booked out next week for myself. It may become an annual tradition. I've got lots to do - exciting stuff that I've promised myself will be ready to share at the end of the week - but I'm going to set aside one day for just sitting and listening. Preferably in the woods. Preferably near water. Luckily, we're not short of any of those things. I sometimes feel as if I live at a retreat venue. Heh. A very muddy retreat venue. #Earthwisdom.

Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to take to the trees for you.

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