Transformational 'Self' Healing

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30/04/2026

This post is not to say I’ve had it so bad....and yet it is to acknowledge that yes ive been through so utter fu***ng s**t as we all have in some way or another , and i will not deny , condense or invalidate my experiences … its not to say I’ve been through more than anyone else… because that wouldn’t be true.
I am sharing me… and my experiences… my vastness and variation of life… moving… healing… growing… changing.
I help guide others, I teach… not because I know it all… not because I am a guru… but because I am the teacher and the student.
Because I practice every day… to stay connected… in union with myself… the union of human embodiment and my being… the consciousness… the awareness.
Navigating my present… step by step… as it unfolds… moment by moment… into my immediate and eventual future.
How fascinating… how incredible.
How blessed am I.

30/04/2026

What a journey it has been .
To move through life on auto pilot , unaware , unconscious, I lived in hope, faith, trust pixie dust and foolish niaviety.
Then shut down and survival , literally paralyzed, moving inwards, I walked through the lands and realms of myself , my psyche , my inner world and the I re emerge in to the world once again , new , not wearing that heaving suit anymore , that suit if judgment, limiting beliefs, pressure, expectations and more , i unzipped it stepped out and left it all behind , along with the coping mechanisms, patterns and cycles .
Moving forward now from this new space is pretty scary , in some ways alot scary and yet im being brave and doing my best in each moment , to move forward ###

30/04/2026

The Hatter prepared as she always did…
but today… a little softer…
A vase of velvet roses from Velvet Vale rested gently on the table…
petals blush pink… almost glowing…
as if they held a quiet kind of love within them 💖
The scent of geranium and softly dusted peace lilies drifted through the room…
wrapping around the space like a meadow in bloom…
warm… gentle… inviting.
Today’s theme…

The Queen of Hearts

relationship to self… and others…
romantic and otherwise.

Before she began to read…
Hatter sat…
and softly played a crystal singing bowl…
green and pink striped like a candy sweet…
The sound moved through the room…
gentle… steady…
settling into the body without asking anything of it.
And so she read…
Her voice soft…
not something to follow…
but something to rest into.
She guided Teresa into her breathe…
slow… steady…
letting the body arrive before the heart was asked to open.

30/04/2026

The Hatter stood by the window, looking out into the trees…
soft golden light filtering through the leaves…
a warm cup in her hands, something earthy… grounding.
She took a few slow, full breathes…
softening her own body first…
before Teresa arrived.
The room was ready.
Blankets fluffed…
cushions softened…
a quiet stillness held in the space.
“What’s been good lately… tell me more…”
They spoke and talked,
and Hatter gently guided Teresa into a small practice…
feeling into the body before approaching the theme.
The Grove of Grounding 🌿
“I’ll be with you every step of the way…”
She guided her into her breathe…
slow… steady…
letting the body settle before going anywhere else.
The sounds of the forest played softly…
leaves moving…
birds in the distance…
a quiet sense of life all around.
There was no rush.
No need to figure anything out.
Just breath.
Just presence.
And from that space…
they began.
A weight beneath her feet…
steady… strong…
like the earth itself was holding her.
Not asking.
Not expecting.
Just there.

30/04/2026

🌿✨ The Day I Landed in OuterWonderland & The Living Practice
There was a day that I landed in OuterWonderland. Landed… maybe. Or transitioned. It didn’t feel like arriving somewhere new—not in the way I thought it might. There was no doorway. No clear crossing. Just… a moment.
After spending so long travelling through my InnerWonderland… walking its paths, resting in its quiet, learning the language of my body, my breath, my truth… there was a moment where something shifted. Not around me. Within me.
And then… there was a moment of realisation. It was loud. It could have been overwhelming. It moved through me strongly… intensely… not something I could ignore or soften or step away from. And I didn’t. I sat with it. I sat with the feelings as they rose… as they moved… as they filled the space within me. I sat with myself. Not trying to change it. Not trying to make sense of it too quickly. Not trying to quiet it. Just allowing it to be there.
And as I did… something opened.
I could feel it—I was moving into a space… a deeper space… something more expansive than I had known before. It wasn’t separate from me. It was me.
And it felt like landing. Not arriving somewhere outside of myself… but landing into my life… as though I had been born new.
There was a sense of rising… of something within me having moved through fire… and now standing—clear.
Not carrying what I once carried. Not holding the trauma in the same way. Not moving from the old patterns… the old beliefs… the coping mechanisms that had once kept me safe… but had also kept me small. They weren’t ripped away. They just… weren’t there in the same way anymore.
The weight of judgment—of others… of myself… the pressure… the expectations… the ways I had learned to shape myself to fit, to be accepted, to be understood… they loosened.
And in their place… there was space.
Space to move. Space to choose. Space to be.
And with that space… came something else.
Responsibility.
Not the heavy kind… not the kind placed on me by others… but a quiet, steady knowing—I am responsible for myself. For my choices. For what I say yes to. For what I say no to.
And I can say no.
Not from fear. Not from needing to protect myself

30/04/2026

🌿✨ Motherhood — An InnerWonderland Reflection
To all the mothers out there…
I celebrate you.
I see you. ###
There was a moment…
quiet… almost unnoticed…
where the question rose again—
What should I be doing?
What should I be creating?
What should I be offering?
It moved through like a whisper…
soft… but familiar.
And for a moment…
I almost followed it.
But then…
I paused.
Not because I had the answer—
but because something in my body…
gently said,
wait…
🌙
And in that pause…
I felt it.
Not as a thought—
but as something deeper…
something steady…
already here.
My work…
if it even needs that name…
is not somewhere else.
It is here.
In the mornings that begin slowly…
in the conversations that don’t rush…
in the moments that look like nothing from the outside…
but hold everything within them.
🌿
I am a mother.
I am one who home educates.
But more than that…
I am a space.
A presence.
A place where things can land…
without needing to be fixed.
I am the place they return to—
again… and again… and again.
The one who listens…
not just to words,
but to what sits underneath them.
The one who nurtures…
without needing to shape.
The one who holds…
without needing to hurry.
🌸
I sit beside them…
as they move through:
their emotions
their questions
their frustrations
their becoming
Not leading them away from it…
but walking with them through it.
And in those moments…
something unseen is happening.
They are learning themselves.
They are finding their voice.
They are discovering who they are…
without needing to become someone else first.
✨
And I realised…
I don’t want to be here
with my mind elsewhere—
half in a conversation…
half in a task…
half in a deadline waiting for me.
I want to be here fully.
Wholeheartedly.
Presently.
With them…
and with myself.
To witness it as it happens…
not as something I try to return to later.
🌙
Because how blessed am I…
to hold a role like this—
one that is not measured in output,
or timelines,
or productivity…
but in presence.
In connection.
In the shaping of a human life.
Especially in a world like this—
fast… distracted… always pulli

30/04/2026

There are so many words for it…
healing, growth, personal development, integration…
Different names.
Different approaches.
Different promises.
And I’ve walked through a lot of them.
The quick fixes.
The “this will change everything overnight.”
The moments of wanting something outside of me to just… make it better.
And I understand why.
Because when something hurts… we want relief.
Fast.
But what I’ve come to see — through my own journey, and through working with children, teens, and adults — is this:

✨ The real shift doesn’t come from escaping yourself…
It comes from meeting yourself.
Not fixing.
Not bypassing.
Not blaming everything outside of you.
But being willing to: sit with yourself
see yourself
feel what’s there
and stay
Even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when it would be easier to reach for something that promises instant change.
Because healing… growth… integration…
whatever we choose to call it—

🌿 isn’t something that’s done to you
It’s something you build a relationship with
And that takes something we don’t talk about enough:
time
honesty
and the courage to choose yourself
again and again.
Not perfectly.
Just consistently.