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Yew Tree Holistic, Canterbury (2025)

29/09/2025

Home is for the small treasures and tracing,

I listen for the deep hum at the core of the cliffs, the sea dragging and whistling, the scarcity of the sacred that is knotted amongst my sea-side home - bathed in complexity and memory.

Visions of the past have a habit of traipsing behind me here, it’s a silent confrontation. I’ve made many assessments and re-assessments the last two months. I flit between missing the old and relishing the new.

Letting go of the familiar will never be straight-forward, but I never believed in being put here to remain familiar.

When the day closes, when the barn owls flee their Fairlight roost, I know that throwing caution to the sea was the best move.

I want to reiterate my appreciation for all of you who have stood by and watched, kept in touch, checked in, chased me for my offerings and held me in the utmost confidence. Truly, thank you.

27/08/2025

It’s a lot of biding my time,

Slow living, slow working,

Revisiting, re-discovering (what’s within).

I haven’t pushed my work because this work isn’t to be pushed, it’s to be magnetised, drawn to and drawn from. Extended breaks are okay, whittling down your availability is okay, however you need to work right now is okay.

I’m around here and there, structure is something I have shed since moving. No more over-exertion in a bid to prove myself (to myself, and myself only).

I’m re-vitalising my magic, bringing the scarcity to the sacred, deliberately allowing myself time.

Moving is no small thing, especially when the move is a return shift. It’s unfolding familiarity with the changes. So much is different here now, so much is the same.

I’m around, I’m holding space, I’m just doing so in a smaller way. I’m also researching, attending, learning. Expanding my knowledge and slowly weaving it in - silent integration.

You can still find me, you can still ask me, you can still book me - just with less outpouring of availability/promotion/content that hollows small business out from the inside over time.

It’s difficult to keep buoyant in a sea of algorithmic nonsense.

I’d rather be biding my time, slow living, slow working; ensuring I can uphold my promise to deliver safety, holding and a healthy dose of mysticism.

21/08/2025

Intuition has always come naturally to me, I love using tarot cards as a springboard into the depths of someone’s energetic makeup - something about the tangible cards rising to meet the intangible projections of the person you are reading for - beyond magic.

There are so many methods of divination, and I truly believe every reader is different. There is a sense of individuality and flare that presents in each reader even if you are employing the same deck/s.

Tools of a reading are only 1% of the overall experience.

I personally work with an array of cards and bring into each reading psychic imagery that assists me in pulling through the crispest essence I can of you.

I have many visions, and attempt to translate them to you with full clarity and depth of meaning, purposive as ever that the message lands safely.

When exchanging with me for a reading, you are entering a ceremonial space - not a simple “vibe check”. I spend time preparing the space, selecting the accompanying deck that brings about confirmation of messages delivered from the ether. Every need and whim is accounted for, I am divinely directed to what oils, smells and settings I bring to the ritual. Each decision is conscious, determined, wilful.

No reading ever has the same presentation, for none of us present the same. There is no one size fits all here.

Working adaptively is important to me, I want to be a dynamic reader. A reader that is deserving of holding this space for people, because readings are vulnerable. It is an opening of the soul, a two way conversation.

So, if you’re seeking clarity, ceremony, confirmation and holding.. come find me.

20/08/2025

Water is connective, it brings cohesion where there are pieces separated through time and ware.

Water fills gaps, it rushes to our side and lifts, brings support - close - holding space in a way that nothing else ever could.

Water carries wishes, soaks our prayers into soil, floats our coins down to an earthy bed, swans our offerings down the steady stream and leaves every whisper, every petal, every fibre in its rightful place.

It lives a whole life, captures memory, recognises patterns and endures beyond any and all limitation.

When we embody water, we make space for emotional holding, endurance, surrender. Our energy carries us to our destination, giving in to our deeper needs and allowing the systematic ways in which we are directed to live, work, exist to pass us by.

One of the most important features of human survival, invite it in as vibration and see the path of healing ever unfold before you.

11/08/2025

Whisper to the earth,

Tell the flowers your secrets,

There is something here, within, that listens,
A breath that quietens when you speak.

Feel your body enveloped in the softest of soil, anchored down and safe - no constriction here.

Your confidentiality is guaranteed with the earthly heartbeat, the fae would not hear to whisper on the wind of your woes, the energy is passed root to root, expanding to allow the hands of many to hold you. A system of consciousness that we are born of and disintegrate into, an innate space where holding happens.

Letting slip from your body any and all discordant energy, to soak in the ground below.

A plain that knows each intricacy of your being, physical, mental, emotional.

Earth is a direct line of communication from nervous system to the physical field of being, capacity unlimited - provided you take care of earth in return for her fortunes.

Healing begins in the earth, and we push up against the sky in time.

05/08/2025

Ancestral ties are within all of us, the energy and experience we pass down to those who are born into the physical space.

Generations upon generations of memory that imprints itself into the fabric of our being. The pain inflicted that is passed on, the love we receive that shapes the ways in which we love others. We are engineered by the past, always. Knowingly or unknowingly, what we have seen/felt/heard and what has been seen/felt/heard before our earthly existence is the pestle that shapes and grinds, a factory line of our response, reaction, projection, identity.

I have been sinking into the ancestral footholds, living in my mother’s childhood bedroom, flicking through photo albums of not just my memories but the memories of my grandparents, and their parents and so on and so forth. An archive of fishermen who can’t swim and their mystic wives, land girls and navy sailors, tin bathtubs and the old town dialect.

With each sea-folk-tale shared, the strange superstitions of old, every moment of connection and reconnection to family members past and present, I feel more at home.

I see the ways in which ancestral tracing is affirming innate magic I always knew to be true, photo by photo, story by story. I understand precisely how and why I am the way I am. It has been worthwhile to set alight this connectivity, after a long time avoiding the generational trauma space.

Where there is pain there is also light, this is what I am noticing. For each trauma passed on there is a quality instilled.

Feeling thankful to the many who came before carving a path only I could tread.

A tiny town that holds the spirit of most every ancestor I have.

Feeling the warmest of welcomes home.

24/07/2025

8 years of time spent laying roots in Canterbury has almost come to a close for me.

This place has given me such purpose, joy and pain over the spectrum of time. Canterbury works in polarities of energy and emotion, in my experience. I have a bittersweet taste about leaving it behind.

There have been uprisings and spirals handed to me ten-fold in this chapter. Some of the hardest days of my life have been witnessed under the gaze of the cathedral - ever present - ever watchful.

I’ve seen relationships formed and lost here, neighbours who became friends and friends who became neighbours, moments that were tender and moments that were tenuous.

I’ll always have a seat set aside for Canterbury, and so much time for the people I have grown alongside here.

Canterbury forged me in fire and bathed me in its sacred chalk waterways.

It will always be a special place to me.

I am ever so grateful for all of the clients, the people who took a chance on me when my public practice was in its infancy, to those who encouraged me, championed me, who allowed me to hold space and cultivate something so beautiful.

You all have a cornerstone in my story, and I am going to miss so much.

Thank you, truly.

15/07/2025

As humans we are surrounded by the unseen,

The inexplicable presence of something other, greater than, on a different vibration that feels close enough to touch but not quite within reaching distance.

Stirring in a perpetual cycle of belief in fate when the right thing happens at the right time, and dissolution of hope when the right thing happens at the wrong time.

Grappling always with the elemental forces who work to keep us where we are supposed to be. A dose of golden fortune must always be followed by a taste of the bitter. And why must it be this way?

…Because lady fortune deals in perfect balance.

Without balance we would become disillusioned and drunk on prosperity. Our time here would lack meaning, we would not slip through the veil enriched with lessons and stories to portion.

Imagine a life without much to say, because all is well, and all will be well, and an all manner of things have been well for so long.

That is not a life I would want to be sent here for.

When difficulty arises, regulate on the notion that this is where the beauty of healing draws from. A well without water would be of not much use, a person without pains would be of not much power.

Healers are born as much as they are made, allow hardship to cultivate you.

10/07/2025

We spend so much time calling in that we do not notice all that is to be cleared.

Magical tools that have served their purpose, objects of sentiment where the meaning has stagnated, or changed beyond recognition, books we intend to read - maybe one day - but one day doesn’t come. From the spiritual to the mundane, we all have our overflowing drawer.

I am someone who is afraid of letting go, so much has been taken by force in my years of living that it created a need for objects and emotion to stay as companions of control. A weighted blanket made up of outdated paperwork, letters unsent, random objects of desire and memory attachments.

“If I have it in my possession still, I have autonomy over it.”

Relinquishing energy and objects has been the thread of the last few months. Coming to understand control lies within us, our power that we call back from far flung places, our ability to also let go and discard what is no longer helpful.

A psychic told me if I want to move forward, there is clearing that is needed first. I find the more I donate to charity, or return to the land and sea, the more I free myself from the ties that root me here.

There is a retreating of the roots, I am readier by the day to make the changes for myself. I am readier by the day to put myself forward to receive all I have called in, because to call in we need to release.

Balance of wants and haves are being restored. The universe cannot give without taking away.

What are you releasing, what are you making room for, what are you calling down that will supersede any and all need for the aged energy that feels so comfortable?

06/07/2025

Cancer season is a time for deep emotional outlet, and it has lapped me into its waves of grief and reflection.

I find at this time, the past feels extremely close and bleeds into all things present. It can be difficult to untangle the aged emotion from the fresh perspectives you are developing.

I am making space for my adult self to revisit those moments of harm and those moments of unrelenting love. The bitter sweetness of childhood so good and adolescence so muddied.

The deep work swallows me, and the sea is where I will find a clear break.

Returning to the roots of my initiatory experiences in magic and mystery will no doubt bring about release. Looking forward to writing more, sharing more, and focussing less on the intricacies of my healing process with a view to make more room for your healing and insight.

I am so grateful to all who hold on in the midst of my turbulence this year, truly, thank you.

❤️

Roll on Hastings and family-tie healing.

29/06/2025

Yew Tree Holistic is moving (ish).

I am onto pastures new for a short while come the end of July, working from Hastings as I have a short stay back home.

There is potential for this to be longer term, in my own nomadic nature there is no definitive plan just yet, but for the moment it will late be July - late August/early September. I will likely always be flitting between Kent and Sussex for my healing work, so don’t think this is a loss of me completely!

As always, I work distantly as well as in person, so you’ll still be able to engage wherever you are and wherever I am.

It is a big decision, I am (expectedly) nervous, but excited. I have confidence that my practice will continue to widen and brighten from intention with no baring on my geographical location.

It is time for a bit of home town comfort!

If you’d like to catch me in person before my sea-side sabbatical, I’ll be posting some final dates soon for this.

Lots of love,
H-M 🌊

21/06/2025

Blessed Solstice 🌞🐟💦🌙

From ancient burial mounds to many holy dips this month, the solstice brought about glimpses of the “old ways”.

It has been such a healing week, I felt my head above water for brief intakes of air and clarity. Direction is present, and direction is shifting.

It is glorious out here!

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