School of Spirit Walking

29/03/2026

You look strong.
You hold it all together.

But what if that strength is built on everything you don’t show?

https://open.substack.com/pub/tanyawolfwalker/p/when-sensitivity-wears-the-mask-of?r=4u7fvz&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

22/03/2026

Let’s explore the concept of Grounding…

Simple ways to ground yourself when everything feels too much

15/03/2026

Tools for Highly Sensitive People

https://open.substack.com/pub/tanyawolfwalker/p/sleep-as-sacred-reset?r=4u7fvz&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

11/03/2026

And this touched a soft spot in me today….

If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

08/03/2026

Thank you to the brave souls who came to the Foundations of Shamanic Healing today. We move forward at the end of April to examine Extraction Medicine. Feel free to DM me if this calls to you ❤️

07/03/2026

For those that need to hear this right now ❤️

https://open.substack.com/pub/tanyawolfwalker/p/burnout-is-a-walk-through-the-underworld?r=4u7fvz&utm_medium=ios&shareImageVariant=split

03/03/2026

I grabbed my earphones as I left the house this morning, already thinking about what I’d listen to on my walk.

That was the plan.

But when I reached the park, everything changed.

The mist was stretched across the grass, glowing where the sun caught it. The trees were just dark winter outlines against the light. It was quiet in that way winter mornings can be — soft, almost held.

And then the birds started.

Not one or two. Proper birdsong. Clear. Layered. Busy. Alive.

I stood there for a second and realised I didn’t want music. It would have felt like talking over something that was already happening.

So I put the earphones back in my pocket.

And I just walked.

The crunch of the path under my boots.
The cold air in my lungs.
The birds calling to one another like the day was something worth announcing.

It felt simple. Ordinary. And somehow exactly right.

This morning, the world was already loud enough in all the right ways.

01/03/2026

This is part1 of a series for those who are finding them highly sensitive in these times…

https://open.substack.com/pub/tanyawolfwalker/p/the-mimosa-and-the-myth-of-weakness?r=4u7fvz&utm_medium=ios

24/02/2026

Fylgja

Wolf was big this morning,
walking beside me,
strong and protective
against a thick winter sky.

The dogs noticed him —
bark upon bark
splitting the frozen air.

I am forever walking,
seeking a tribe,
my pack.

He listens as I walk,
telling the stories of my life
to the land,
to the water,
to the air —
stories born from the fire within me.

He licks my tears as they fall,
salt upon his tongue,
muzzling my hand
as I walk
and walk.

My hand reaches deep
into his oily pelt,
finding heat beneath the weather.

His starlit eyes
hold me gently,
as if he remembers
where I come from.

In him,
our ancestral memories
are not heavy —
they are home.

And still
he walks beside me.