As one of my long time favourite Leonard Cohen songs goes “there is a crack… in everything, that’s how the light gets in”.

Recently, I’ve been pondering this.

Maybe it’s actually how the light gets out - our inner light.

Ready to make some meaningful, purposeful and wild-hearted resolutions?

2019 is a year with an entirely new energy, an opportunity to be a version of ourselves we have previously only dreamed of…

At the beginning of 2018, I gave readings for a word or phrase to act as a guidepost or guiding light throughout the year.

Now we come to the end of the year, how did your journey map out?

At the start of the year, I also gifted a reading to myself, and my Word for 2018 was “Jing”. I love to see how a word or phrase is given shape over the course of 12 months.

The theme I am noticing as we come towards the end of 2018 seems to be coming home to yourself.

As preparations get underway for the merriment of Christmas and New Year time, whatever your circumstances or beliefs, wherever you are travelling to or visiting, this feels like a beautiful opening of potential, inviting you to come more deeply into yourself.

We have been working through individual and collective themes of masculine and feminine qualities for some time now. (See my previous blogs here, here, here, here and here)

This has included both the inner experience of these aspects of our psyche and the outer expression of them in the world, as well as seen on a greater scale in global society.

As we reach the tipping point between dark/light of the longest night and shortest day in the Northern hemisphere, we are able to access a new place of balance with our own sense of feminine/masculine.

As we offer ourselves greater connection, self-care and nourishment, we will naturally come into balance with the Earth. And vice versa.

Healing is a concept that is often romanticised. Dreaming of complete and total recovery without anything remaining of the original hurt and trauma.

This is too idealistic (and I say that as someone who is an idealist). Too perfect to be truly human.

I think the truth is more like scar tissue.

This blog title is a modified line from the poem ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W B Yeats. I was given this poem some years ago now, and I love the sentiment and simplicity.

It spoke to me today while out walking, as a call to us collectively as human beings. We are living in a time of climate change, crisis and catastrophe on the Earth.

I am not one to offer cures for any condition, but for judgement I will make an exception.

Judgement is so incredibly emotionally debilitating, spiritually devastating and mentally exhausting, that it does require something to be written of its cure.

We all have secrets in our own or our family’s history, often hidden in response to stigma, shame or societal expectations.

Some secrets are ugly, others are divine - but all secrets are limiting.