Lalena Rose

Lalena Rose Mother of five sons, writer and space holder. Supporting women in moving from depletion and survival into rooted, living presence. Author of Unskinned.

A few months ago, I found myself listening to a retelling of the Selkie myth while walking beside the river near my home...
03/06/2026

A few months ago, I found myself listening to a retelling of the Selkie myth while walking beside the river near my home.

Something about that story stayed with me.

Not the moment she finds her skin and leaves.

The years beforehand.

The years where she builds a life, raises children and performs all the ordinary tasks that make up a human life. The years where, from the outside, everything may appear complete, while somewhere beneath it the sea is still calling.

This new piece became a reflection on those seasons of life when understanding is no longer the issue. When we can see the pattern clearly, yet something deeper is still reorganising itself beneath the surface.

If you’ve ever found yourself standing in that in-between place, I think this one might speak to you.

Link in bio, or comment SELKIE and I’ll send it across.

I wonder what life would feel like if those of us who have spent years searching for belonging were to discover that we ...
31/05/2026

I wonder what life would feel like if those of us who have spent years searching for belonging were to discover that we have been looking in the wrong place.

Not wrong in the sense that relationships, community, family, and meaningful work don’t matter.

They do.

But perhaps we have asked them to carry something they were never designed to carry.

Perhaps the deeper longing underneath so much of our striving is a longing to remember ourselves as part of life itself.

Part of the seasons.

Part of the earth.

Part of something far older than the identities we construct and the systems we spend our lives navigating.

I don’t think belonging begins when we finally find the right place.

I think it begins when we remember that we were never separate from the living world in the first place.

29/05/2026

There was a year in my twenties when life felt wide open.

I was living in Cape Town. I had a career I loved, good friends, music, adventure, long summer evenings, and the feeling that anything was possible.

For a while, I truly believed I had arrived.

Looking back now, I can still feel the warmth of those days. The light on the ocean. The energy of the city. The version of myself who thought she had finally found home.

What interests me most now isn’t what came after. It’s what was already moving beneath the surface. The quiet things we don’t yet have language for. The longings we mistake for freedom. The parts of ourselves that remain unseen even when life appears to be working beautifully.

These images take me back to those years. To the life I was living before everything changed. A life that became one of the most important chapters of Unskinned.

If you’d like early access to the book and occasional excerpts from the writing journey, you can join the list via the link: https://lalenarose.com/unskinned

For those of you who have been following me since the beginning, you’ve witnessed me through an ever evolving landscape ...
27/05/2026

For those of you who have been following me since the beginning, you’ve witnessed me through an ever evolving landscape of movement, reinvention, healing, unraveling, rebuilding, and becoming.

Different seasons.
Different identities.
Different landscapes.
Different ways of searching for home.

I think many of us spend years trying to arrive somewhere without fully realising that’s what we’re doing.

Trying to find the relationship, place, identity, healing modality, version of ourselves, or way of living that will finally allow us to fully exhale into life.

I’ve just written a new piece on Substack that reflects my own lived experience and feelings around the ways we organise ourselves around the absence of belonging. The strange moment you realise you have spent years trying to find externally what can only really begin to root internally. And the deeper shift that began when I stopped experiencing the earth as something separate from me and started understanding myself as part of a much older living ecology.

It’s also the closest I’ve come to speaking openly about the deeper origins of the memoir I have been writing called Unskinned.

I’d love to hear what this brings up for you.

https://lalenarose.substack.com/p/unskinned

When you’re sitting reading The Enchanted Life by Sharon Blackie and a beautiful little ladybird comes to listen for a w...
24/05/2026

When you’re sitting reading The Enchanted Life by Sharon Blackie and a beautiful little ladybird comes to listen for a while.

One of those moments where the boundaries dissolve, and for a short while you feel completely immersed in the magic. 🌿

20/05/2026

Somewhere along the way, I seem to have become the kind of woman who gets genuinely excited about seedlings, compost, and checking on growth before making tea.

And honestly, I think it may be one of the healthiest things that has ever happened to me.

There is something deeply restorative about growing food. About participating in life slowly enough to witness the full cycle of things. Seed, soil, patience, failure, growth.

This little greenhouse has become far more than a place to grow plants. It has become a place where I am deepening my understanding about what it means to be in relationship with life.

🌱

There comes a point where the ways we have learned to survive no longer feel sustainable.Where life may look full from t...
18/05/2026

There comes a point where the ways we have learned to survive no longer feel sustainable.

Where life may look full from the outside, yet something underneath is longing for deeper ground.

Over the past few years, I have found myself returning again and again to one quiet truth:

The flower is never where life begins.

Before anything blooms, there is the unseen work beneath the surface.
Roots moving through darkness.
Roots finding water.
Roots learning the shape of the earth.

This feels like the beginning of that kind of season for me.

After many years away from writing publicly, I have shared my first piece on Substack — a space I’m calling The Rooted Life.

A place for reflections on midlife, belonging, the body, motherhood, relationship, ecology, and what it means to stay connected to ourselves within a world that often pulls us away from our own ground.

If you feel drawn to quieter, deeper conversations around rooted living, I would love to welcome you there.

https://lalenarose.substack.com/

EcoSomatics

Hello friends! It’s been a while, and yet here I am...the ground steady beneath my feet,feeling that quiet sense that it...
10/08/2025

Hello friends!

It’s been a while, and yet here I am...
the ground steady beneath my feet,
feeling that quiet sense that it’s time to open the door again.

After three years away from these online spaces, I’m feeling the pull to return — to share what has been ripening quietly beneath the surface.

In that time, I’ve been listening deeply, tending to the unseen threads of my work, and gathering the seeds I’m now ready to scatter into the world.

If you’ve been here before, welcome back!
If you’re new, I’m glad you’ve found your way here.

With love, Lalena Rose

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