Integrating heartbreak gives you more energy, integrating the lessons of the woodland gives you more energy, integrating the cries of your children gives you more energy. People ask how am I so energised, and it’s because I let grief and love in fully before moving on.

I have come out of the phase of thinking I'd want Stephen Fry at my dinner party and moved through mourning the part of my messy girlhood who went along with everyone who said they wanted him there too

I am not sure I am having mental health but rather hormonal health that I feed to through my mind which has been conditioned by the hive mind.

They say that eventually , once you've found yourself , there are no more spiritual teachers, just family love and celebration It's the same with tech - once you've found yourself, there is no Oura ring, AI chatbot , fit bit... just family love and celebration

Ghosts are souls who've stopped posting but who watch you in your feed

When I go online someone is always on the edge of tears, of taming a feral animal in their garden, of a relationship, a body image, an identity and my own longing is enmeshed for a moment in theirs The internet = continual longing enmeshment

Filling in the gaps of what I don't know and what I can control with poetry, and there's a lot I don't know and can't control

Watching panels of spiritualists who each say 'I'm rambling, I could go on, I could go on forever' and you know they could they're meaning 'over to the next guy' but they're also admitting their affinity/infinity with the very spirits they're passionate about

As an introverted parent, the best way I can describe going anywhere with young kids is this: Imagine you’ve just been at a party for 4 hours, it finally ends.. but you have to turn around and go right back in. That second round is how the first time round feels 😂

Stalking the ephemeral feels like when you open a social media and a beautiful image or reel flashes at you before the screen automatically reloads , leaving you with no choice but to wish you'd been able to see the whole thing

The latter stage of ovulation is what I imagine it feels like to be a dying star almost at the end of its light

Love it when you can see the light of consciousness shining through people but via a quick pit stop of their parents tone or manner, like it's coming through but the parents voice is also burgeoning, like a battle or maybe just a little game of chess happening in a sunny park

My boyfriend has started ignoring me, it's not his fault, I just haven't been activating my mythic body and thus looking to him for magic. But imma start again and you just watch him turn IN AWE

There is nobody online who I feel has any spiritual authority over me and when for a moment I feel there is, it is mostly because someone has connected to whimsy and I have lost my own connection to it.

Don't fold down the page corners of the Tao Te Ching as you read it , don't try and remember where you were at. Just keep picking it up and re reading the same bit till it sinks in over and over

The windows for things happening are really quite small. Things never feel fully complete. If they were bigger, you'd have a house made of glass. And that's a fragile thing.

If you think about it , our noses look just like little frogs stuck upon our mushroom heads, peering over our pond mouths