Yesterday I felt the spring equinox in my body. This doesn’t always happen, but more so as these days in the van roll through me. I’m trying to shape without shaping, push-then-release, open my heart to my Self.I’ve spent this past time telling my body that I love her, that she is special to me, that I’m sorry for all the times I treated her like an emotional dumping ground.Yesterday that disconnect ended – there was no ‘me’ talking to…
In search of sacred ground
December 30, 2020It’s been one of those days. I love seeing people out enjoying nature, and the snowy hills around here have called so many out these past few days. We had to turn around from our planned hilly hike as it was overrun with cars, then when we went somewhere less glamorous (without snow) I forgot my camera. I suppose that’s when it’s easy to get territorial about a certain place, ‘I live here, I know this place, I hate it…
Going to document these winter months through #100outdoordays over on Instagram. I’ve posted the first few main grid photos on this page, theres also more over my Instastories. I’ll post some as separate pieces on this blog, if you want to see them all hope over to Instagram: @sophiemckeand_outsider day 1 life on two wheels with this guys is just ? Day 2 For obvious reasons we made the decision not to visit any people on this tour of Cymru,…
Naked bodies aren’t offensive (but sexualising them can be…)
November 14, 2020My body is a prayer to the waterNaked, I return to herThe rain is charismatic in her offeringsI bathe in the full potential of Self.? @andyrgarside ? In celebration of my body who got me through over 44 years of life in style (most of the time), and giving praise to the waters that birthed me (but not for too long as the Cymraeg waters are cold in November).…
Ceremony doesn’t have to be filled with theatrics. The simplest forms will often more than suffice. I woke early this morning feeling the calling of the land – it’s different to my usual need to be outdoors, and I’m learning to follow it, to listen, to accept.So I left on my bike and rode to the hills, rode until legs burned away all the nonsense and self-doubt, rode until I could feel the land and see her voice in my…
Is it ok to admit that I am afraid? That even as so many people feel able to share their connections with trees and the land, even as I now have also found the courage to speak about my own connections, I feel a certain amount of fear. This fear doesn’t come from being called mad, I left that place a long time ago, more these days I’m afraid of how deep the connection goes, that some days I could…
I am in love with the glorious impermanence of our changing seasons. No matter how wild our blossomings or lifeless our canopy, everything returns to earth as we embrace change & shapeshift – or risk calcifying when we are not made of rock. Roots speak of a longer cycle – drawing life from soil, trees teach us both change & stability, the holding fast & the letting go. This is the most beautiful lesson on how to be in the…
Kit: gimme the stick. Bonnie: nope. Have you ever stopped yourself in the middle of a situation and just asked: what do I want from this? It’s only in recent years I’ve become comfortable with putting boundaries in place, with saying no, but also saying ‘I want that’ and learning to be ok with the outcome whether I get what I want or not. The point is I’m not sure I ever used to ask myself what I really wanted,…