Circle Within

27/07/2025

🌈🌞☘️Good morning ☘️🌞🌈

🌿✨ The Circle Has Been Called ✨🌿

This morning, I’ll be holding a soul taster session for my Roots of Fire, Wings to Light Medicine Wheel journey — a path shaped by Earth, Element, and deep feminine remembrance.

A powerful circle of women has already begun to form — most of whom I’ve journeyed with for years — and our first full turning begins this August.
Today marks the threshold.

Although this journey is almost full, I hold regular Sunday soul circles once a month at The Institute — a space for grounding, healing, and reconnecting through breath, meditation, and stillness.
If you’re feeling the call to deepen into this kind of work, those circles are a beautiful place to begin.

Keep an eye out for dates — you’re so welcome to sit with us.

With fire, roots, and love,
Laura x

26/07/2025

25/07/2025

🌈🌞☘️Good Morning ☘️🌞🌈

24/07/2025

🌈🌞🌊Each shell a whisper from the sea a memory smoothed by time,a fragment of wonder gifted to the shore.
As you walk this morning path,know that the Earth is speaking in soft treasures,reminding you ✨
✨YOU ARE HELD
✨YOU ARE SACRED
✨YOU ARE NEVER ALONE

🌈🌞🌊Wishing you a beautiful day🌊🌞🌈

22/07/2025

❤️🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🦋

19/07/2025

🌈🌞Good Morning 🌞🌈

🌞 “And Still, the Sun”🌞

Even when the world feels weary,
Even when your bones ache with remembering,
The sun does not ask if you’re ready —
She simply rises.
Softly, fiercely, without apology.
A promise in gold,
That beginnings are always waiting
On the edge of breath.

So let her light touch your face,
Let the tide greet your feet —
You are not behind.
You are just in bloom.
Right. On. Time.🌞🌈

— for the soul who walks toward the light, barefoot and brave.🌈🌞🌈

18/07/2025

🌞🌈🌞🌈🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

14/07/2025

🌺 Especially Then

This morning, the world feels heavy.
Grief hangs thick in the air.
I can feel the pain, the chaos, the noise of a world forgetting its heart.

And yet… something deeper stirs.
Not a bypass. Not a pretend smile.
But a bloom.
A whisper from my soul saying—open anyway.

I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel the unbearable weight of what we’re all witnessing.
But I know this: if I let it all in, I will drown.
So instead, I root. I rise.
I become the bold red flower in the storm.

I won’t shout louder. I won’t push opinions.
But I will keep sending ripples of love and presence.
Even when it’s hard.
Especially then.

If you’re feeling the weight too, you’re not alone.
Let’s bloom through the ache. Together.
🦋❤️🌈

12/07/2025

🌈🫶🏼❤️No matter where we go home is in the love we
carry 🙏🏻And here ❤️in this frame
we are home.🌈🫶🏼❤️

08/07/2025

🌈🌞🌱Beautiful view 🌱🌞🌈

07/07/2025

🌅 She Who Stands Between Sun and Sea 🌊
Agadir, Morocco – Sunset

She stands in the golden seam
between the setting sun and the swelling sea,
wrapped in ochre light and wind’s caress,
a keeper of thresholds,
a whisperer between worlds.

The waves sing in a tongue her bones remember.
The breeze lifts stories from her hair —
not stories she reads,
but ones she carries.
The sea already knows her name.

She does not need to face the camera.
The land already sees her.
The sky bends quietly to listen.
She is not seeking the spotlight.
She is the light —
soft, sovereign, and seen by the unseen.

The children laugh nearby, the tide rolls in,
and somewhere just behind her heart,
a door opens to the infinite.