23/05/2026
๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต โ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ ๐ข ๐ค๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐โ
๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ณ๐๐น ๐ฆ๐ผ๐๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ซ
I want to share with you where the name Bluebelle really comes from.
Most people assume itโs just a flower. And yes, the bluebell is part of it โ a woodland flower that grows from shadow, rooted in the forest floor, blooming in quiet beauty. For a shaman who works with nature, seasons and the unseen, it couldnโt be more fitting.
But the belle part of the name belongs to someone else.
Her name was Cleobelle (Cleo). A Weimaraner. My soul dog. My shadow. My greatest teacher in unconditional love.
She chose me before I chose her. Iโd gone to visit the breeder simply to learn about the breed โ Cleo wasnโt for sale, the breeder was keeping her. But Cleo had other ideas. She wouldnโt leave my side. After a walk, the breeder looked at us both and said, โI can see she has made her choice.โ
That was Cleo. Selective. Discerning. Quietly certain about who deserved her energy โ and immovable once sheโd decided.
She came into my life when I was married and saw me through some of the hardest years Iโve known. Years that included divorce, but were bigger and more complex than any single chapter. Through all of it, she was there. Steady. Present. The kind of constant that asks nothing and gives everything.
I told the breeder firmly, โShe will not be allowed on the furniture.โ The breeder laughed. โWeims tend to own whatever space theyโre in,โ she said. Sure enough, the first time I was really poorly, I woke to find Cleo had quietly crept onto the sofa and laid her head on my chest while I slept.
She just knew.
She was 11 when she left. I was with her. I stayed until her soul had fully passed from her body, because she had never once left my side and I wasnโt about to leave hers.
Her bed is still here. Her soft toy donkey. Her ashes. And sometimes Luna โ my rescue cat, who arrived scared and timid at three years old and has bloomed into the most settled, luminous little soul โ goes and curls up in that bed. Luna never knew Cleo, never shared a single day with her. But she knows something is there. As if that bed still holds a warmth that calls to her.
I know it does.
So when I built this business, when I searched for a name that carried everything I am and everything that shaped me โ Blue for the nickname my family gave me, Bluebells for the forest floor and the shadows Iโve grown through, and belle for the beautiful, loving, luminous soul who walked beside me and still does โ
Bluebelle was the only name it could ever be.
Sheโs in every session I hold. Every retreat. Every circle.
Sheโs in this. ๐
Connection Club launches 31st May โ a safe, non-judgmental community gathering for meditation, journeying and genuine connection. Because sometimes the most healing thing in the world is simply not being alone.
๐ Slitting Mill Victory Hall, Rugeley | 3.33pm
๐ ยฃ13 in advance | Limited spaces
Message me or see booking link in comments.
Warm wishes
Clare ๐๐ซ
