
11/08/2025
š You wonāt find spiritual performance with me š
On my own journey to soul - my return to land, my return home - I discovered that even in the realms of nature-based spirituality and soul growth, thereās a tangle of shoulds. Not always spoken aloud, but rooted deep in me: my own projections and the echoes of a culture that tells us what ārealā soul work and nature connection should look like.
That I must mark every seasonal festival with ceremony.
That I must always be communing with trees and plants when in their presence.
That I must show up as wise, reverent, and serene in every encounter - as if constant bliss and deep devotion were the true signs of a woman in touch with the Earth.
And that if I didnāt meet this standard, I was somehow falling short.
Phew. What a load for the soul to carry.
The truth is, thatās not the way of soul at all.
Soul asks us to slow down. To create space for the ways of connecting that feel solid, embodied, and true for you. Not ticking boxes on a sacred to-do list. Not curating the ārightā image of a spiritual life.
In the descent to whatās real and in the gentle emergence that follows, we meet the layers of āshouldsā and the wounds beneath them.
In The Art of Blossoming, there is no performance, no āright way.ā No rituals to memorise, no banishment of the parts of you deemed unworthy.
Instead, there are gentle invitations - small, spacious moments that help you deepen your relationship with the land beneath your feet and the soul within your skin.
Only space. Time. Companionship.
A gentle tending, as you lean into the shadows and compost what you find there. A tender re-weaving, as you rise again - soulfully intact, rooted, and real.