My Wild Ways

My Wild Ways Threshold Weaver
Hearth Keeper
Tender of the Ancestral Altar

If you’ve ever felt like you were doing life wrong — too much, too little, too inconsistent, too much in your head, too ...
06/06/2026

If you’ve ever felt like you were doing life wrong — too much, too little, too inconsistent, too much in your head, too much in your feelings — I want to gently offer you a different story.

You’re not doing it wrong. You’re just living in a world that forgot what women are made of.

We are cyclical creatures. We were never meant to be the same every day. Our energy moves like the moon, like the seasons — rising, falling, turning inward, opening outward. And when we stop fighting that, something shifts.

The Hearth is the space I’ve created to hold that remembering.

Inside, you’ll find meditations, shamanic journeys, rituals and ceremonies you can come to in your own time, in your own sacred space — whenever life asks something of you and you need to go inward first. There are musings on the energy moving through the world, and a community of women who are walking this path alongside you.

It’s not a course. It doesn’t expire. It’s a space that’s always there — built around the moon cycles and the seasons, because you are too.

If something in you recognises this, that recognition is worth following.

The link in my bio will bring you home.

This week on podcast we have a conversation about Consciously Menopausing (visit our page to find out more) but I wante...
31/05/2026

This week on podcast we have a conversation about Consciously Menopausing (visit our page to find out more) but I wanted to share the Sacred Cycles with you here.

This is the work that leads us to our sovereignty.

The work that leads us home.

And the work that I will be sharing more of.

But first here is a glimpse into its vastness.

The cycles of seasons, life and the moon and how they all weave together to teach us how to move through life as a woman.

More to follow - please share.

This is my truth. (Another one and I suppose the whole point) There has been a change in the way I show up. In the conte...
28/05/2026

This is my truth. (Another one and I suppose the whole point)

There has been a change in the way I show up. In the content I want to share. In the reality of being a woman.

This year I have shed so much. Confronted fears that were so deeply embedded in my mind and places in my life where I feel I perform. Really listened to my heart and allowed it to take the lead. Instinct and my deepest knowing over my ego. But it’s been a huge journey.

The last 12 months have been my great undoing.

And I want to talk about it all. The cycles of a woman’s life, her body, her blood.

Because nobody told me that perimenopause would feel like standing in two worlds at once.

Still bleeding. Still cycling. Sometimes not bleeding but waiting. And with it all something has shifted underneath, like the tide is changing direction and my body knew before my mind did.

I am wildly menopausing. Not there yet. Right here, in the in-between.

And I’m learning that this threshold has its own wisdom. Its own map. And how all the thresholds we cross before are a sort of thread to this point.

The cycle within the cycle.

If you’re here too - in the not-quite-yet - you’re not lost. You’re just in the part of the story nobody talks about. Or maybe you are overwhelmed with information.

I see you.

If you’re younger and curious about what’s coming - you are so welcome here. Knowing the map before you arrive changes everything. Pull up a seat.

And if you’re on the other side - post-menopause, in your crone years, your wild wise woman years - please don’t leave. We need you in this circle. Help us navigate what’s ahead. Your voice, your lived truth, is the lantern for the rest of us.

This page is for all of us. Every season. Every threshold.

Because none of us should have to walk this landscape alone.

I’m not sure about you but I’ve been feeling out of sorts. The fog has descended once again and I can’t seem to see clea...
19/05/2026

I’m not sure about you but I’ve been feeling out of sorts. The fog has descended once again and I can’t seem to see clearly. Like I’m wading through treacle in the darkness.

It’s at times like this when I need my practices. To remember the earth beneath my feet. The cycles of the moon and my own body. The breath within. To call my body home - all parts of me that have strayed.

I know I have to be in my body.

Because this is the transformation.

The shift.

The rebirth.

The place of unbearable discomfort. The place of not knowing, not seeing, not having a plan. The place that I would rather disassociate. Leave. Not feel.

And I know that if I ignore, distract or procrastinate then either things get a whole lot more uncomfortable and symptoms appear in my physical body or I miss the beauty of a newness arriving.

Like a bud unfurling.

A caterpillar awakening from its cocoon.

The first sliver of light in the moon.

This is where the alchemy happens.

In the darkness, in the uncertainty, in the quiet.

And I know that the light will come as it has many, many times. I know the feelings need to be embodied so I can release what no longer serves me. So I can accept what belongs to me and what does not. And I can make space to become full of myself.

What do you do when you feel this rebirth happening? Do you hide or do you expand?

Rebirth • Feminine • Embodiment • Wild Woman

I’m not sure about you but I’ve been feeling out of sorts. The fog has descended once again and I can’t seem to see clea...
19/05/2026

I’m not sure about you but I’ve been feeling out of sorts. The fog has descended once again and I can’t seem to see clearly. Like I’m wading through treacle in the darkness.

It’s at times like this when I need my practices. To remember the earth beneath my feet. The cycles of the moon and my own body. The breath within. To call my body home - all parts of me that have strayed.

I know I have to be in my body.

Because this is the transformation.

The shift.

The rebirth.

The place of unbearable discomfort. The place of not knowing, not seeing, not having a plan. The place that I would rather disassociate. Leave. Not feel.

And I know that if I ignore, distract or procrastinate then either things get a whole lot more uncomfortable and symptoms appear in my physical body or I miss the beauty of a newness arriving.

Like a bud unfurling.

A caterpillar awakening from its cocoon.

The first sliver of light in the moon.

This is where the alchemy happens.

In the darkness, in the uncertainty, in the quiet.

And I know that the light will come as it has many, many times. I know the feelings need to be embodied so I can release what no longer serves me. So I can accept what belongs to me and what does not. And I can make space to become full of myself.

What do you do when you feel this rebirth happening?

Do you hide or do you expand?

Rebirth • Darkness • Feminine • Embodiment • Wild Woman

I have spoken of the granddaughters before, the ones yet to come. The ones who will inherit the relationships we have wi...
16/05/2026

I have spoken of the granddaughters before, the ones yet to come. The ones who will inherit the relationships we have with ourselves now. The ones who are willing us to step into our authentic vibration so they may live a life full of themselves.

They are the pull we feel from the unknown.

The force that enticed us to be courageous.

The thread that weaves within our wombs to unleash our power.

Feel them.
Know them.
Call them forward.

They are the manifestations within your dreams.

15/05/2026

When did you last feel completely like yourself?

Not the version of you that shows up for everyone else.
The real one.

She is still in there.
She never left.

This voice note is for the woman who is ready
to stop performing and start coming home to herself.

If you are ready to go deeper — The Hearth is open.

A sacred monthly membership for women who are done feeling alone on this path.

Shamanic journeys. Ritual. Musings.
A gathering of women coming home to the fire that burns within.

£15 a month. Cancel any time.

Come home.
Link in bio → wildways.org.uk/the-heart

They told her she was too much. And she believed them. Of course she did.She was young. She was learning what love cost....
13/05/2026

They told her she was too much. And she believed them. Of course she did.

She was young. She was learning what love cost. And the price they quoted her was herself.

So she began the long, exhausting work of making herself smaller.
Less opinion. Less feeling. Less presence.

She learned to enter rooms quietly. To laugh at the right moments. To need less, to want less. She became very good at it. So good, that one day she looked in the mirror and barely recognised the woman looking back. Empty, dull and lifeless.

Here is what nobody told her: her body knew the magic she carried.

Every month, from the first time she bled, she was given a truth the world did not want her to have — that she was a creature of depth and tide, of rising and falling, of fullness and release. That she was designed to feel everything.

Her body was never the problem.
Her sensitivity was never the problem.
Her hunger, her fire, her feeling — never the problem.
The problem was a world that did not know what to do with a woman who was fully alive.

So, it told her she was too much.

And she — because she was young, because she was trying to belong, because she just wanted to be loved — she made herself less.

But here is the truth: She was never too much.

The world was just not ready. Not ready for her fire. Not ready for her knowing. Not ready for the medicine of a woman who takes up her full space.

And that — that is not her failure.

That is the world’s loss.

She is done making herself smaller for people who could not receive the fullness of her.

She is done translating herself into something easier.

She is done.

What she is beginning — finally, courageously, audaciously — is to be full of herself.

All of herself.

woman in her power • wild wisdom • too much • sovereign • wild ways woman

11/05/2026

It doesn’t have to look like a retreat.

Tending yourself can happen in the ordinary moments.
In your kitchen. With your hands. In the middle of your life.

This is the wild way home.

What does tending yourself look like for you today?

tending to self • embodied woman • sovereign • just a woman

10/10/2025

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