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Charlotte Sarre Support for Girls & Women, London (2026)

14/01/2026

One of the things I’d like to achieve with my work is healing and strengthening connections between women. Something powerful happens when women come together in support of one another and create, encourage and collaborate in service of others and for the good of all. I can only describe it as magic.

So here’s a bit of magic for you ✨

I’m so excited to be collaborating with some gorgeous women, offering nourishing practices that blend in beautifully with circle.

Join , .royle and me on International Women’s Day for a restful journey that weaves together the power of women’s circle, somatic movement and sound healing ❤️‍🔥

Follow the link in bio and click through to ‘circles’ to find out more and to book your spot!
Three facilitators and half a day of slow and gently guided self-nourishment, this is for you if you’re ready to put yourself first 🌹

04/12/2025

I’m really feeling the push and pull between wanting to sink into the quiet of winter and the outward business of this season. Everything feels like a priority, meanwhile, my own needs and practices are slowly sinking to the bottom of my to-do list. What I’m noticing at the moment though is that I’m really aware of the fact that my cup isn’t being filled enough and that I don’t like it. So I drag myself higher up the to-do list and I try to make time for me more often. Reading a book, sipping a hot chocolate, watching some Netflix, it all helps a little, but what REALLY feels good, is sitting in silence. That wonderfully juicy November silence. I light a candle, close my eyes, feel my body on the Earth and sit.

Something extraordinary happens when you sit quietly.
✨️You realise that silence is never truly silent ✨️

When I create intentional moments for myself, the silence becomes a space in which my inner landscape can reveal itself and that space gets filled instantly. With feelings that haven’t been allowed to fully come to the surface, with thoughts that take me by surprise, with inner child conversations, with wisdom I didn’t even knew I had, with dreams that spark my creativity and so much more. One after the other, faster and faster, overwhelmingly intense until… it has all passed. Embodied memories slowly drifting down like settling sediment. Until the boulders have been cleared, the river is calm again and I know where I’m going.

The very reason I run circles is because I want to gift women a moment where they can come up for air, after being swept away in the rapid of life. A moment of silence. The kind in which you can allow yourself to feel it all for a moment and really listen, to take stock and choose where you want to go. And yes, sometimes that can feel heavy, but the beauty of circle lies in that you don’t have to carry that weight alone, it’s shared by others. It's a place to feel our strength through our vulnerability, a place to switch off so we can switch on inside 💛

12/10/2025

Spiral.In circles have formed the metronome of my life. A constant and steady thread throughout the three years I've been doing this work, something to measure the passing of time against. Meeting monthly, creating a moment of rest, for me, for and with others.

Although my circles are alive and well, I haven't been able to prioritise them in the way I really want to. The last couple of months, life has been full and complex and beautiful and it has caused me to water the seedling I nurtured into being, less than maybe it would like.
I have so many dreams and with creativity flowing freely lately, ideas have bubbled up and sparked excitement in my belly. For now, they go on paper, in journals, my phone and random Word documents on my computer, a collection of little sprouts I want to nurture and help grow. With every dream, every circle, every authentic and truthful conversation, it becomes clearer what I want these sprouts to blossom into. Releasing them into the world feels like the next important step in the journey, but I also feel I want to allow them to unfold in their own time. Slowly, slowly, without forcing or pressure. Maybe the rich darkness of autumn and winter will work its magic, as it always does, and I'll be able to bring Spiral.In's new shoots to you soon... 🌱

I guess what I want to say with this post is, thank you. Thank you for being here, for your patience, for joining me on this journey and for sitting in circle with me every month. For forming the thread that keeps me tethered to the importance of this work, this reclamation of our feminine strength and power. I love this work because of you ✨️

17/09/2025

The autumn equinox is upon us 🍁
Can you believe it? How did we get here?

Time is a funny thing. I feel like the reality of it is often different than how I think about it in my head. As a kid I used to think summer only lasted two months, the time I was off school. Autumn started when the first leaf fell to the floor and ended when all trees were bare. Winter was Christmas, spring my birthday. It all felt quite compartmentalised, separate blocks, transitions marked by specific dates.

What I'm realising now is that the reality of time is something very different and is rightfully experienced in my body. As with most things, it's because of what I see in the natural world, that I've come to this realisation. When I look at the tree in my garden, her berries turning red in the middle of summer, and I notice the swifts have left before I've even fully registered they arrived, it becomes crystal clear that time is cyclical. Continuously calling in the next phase, little living things responding whilst others are at a different stage on this great magnificent wheel. Nature knows when to move on. My body knows it too. Most of the time, a melancholy lingers in my bones, a missing of a time that hasn't even begun yet. Like sand slipping through my fingers, unstoppable, a lingering in the air, my body following this ancient rhythm. Knowing when it's time to let go, feeling into when it's time to invite in something new.

How reassuring and equally devastating to know that nothing will last. All we can do is melt into the moments we are given. Every day a gift. What a privilege to get to experience life ✨️

01/09/2025

✨️How well do you know your inner child?✨️

Recently, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my inner little one. So much so that I’ve come to see her as my third child. When I’m feeling overwhelmed by the demands on me, I try to discern which child needs me most. Sometimes it’s my daughter, sometimes my son and sometimes it’s little me. It has helped me put myself first sometimes, a validation of my own needs.
For me, the most pressing demands come from little people, but they could come from your work, the expectations of friends, family, pets or your home even. It could be the never-ending to-do list or it could be a pressure you feel around your creative productivity.
Not always, but often, in these situations, we are triggered. Something happens and we hear an echo from the past, making us react in a conditioned way. Our body will take the lead here and without a conscious or cognitive thought, we behave in a way that we remember will keep us safe.

Now that safety is the key. Because we needed that safety as a child. It was paramount for our survival, the safety of love and innate belonging. We learned to do what was needed to fulfil these basic needs. And even though we are adults now and can care for ourselves in many ways, our inner child still needs that safety. Our inner child is still checking whether we are loved.

So, in these overwhelming moments, can you imagine seeing your inner child? Can you feel her tugging at your skirt, calling out for you? And if you do, what would change if you mothered this child?
How would it feel to take a breath, feel your feet on the earth as the adult woman you are now and tend to this younger version of you? What would happen if you crouched down, looked her in the eye and said “I see you. I hear you. I’m here.” 💛

04/08/2025

Something strange happens to time in summer. Days open and close, weeks pass by unnoticed and all of a sudden you start to notice the light is fading.
I often feel like we work hard, push forth, use up our inner resources, with the promise of a holiday dangling in front of us. Then when we finally get there, we get to stop at last and lay it all down, but instead we choose to fill our days to the brim, in an attempt to squeeze the most out of this time. We soak up the abundance of the warmer months, with an almost obsessive urgency, yet paradoxically, what most of us crave, is rest.

And this is what I want to share with you this summer: ✨️Rest✨️

I’d like to invite you to find it, to create it, to radically prioritise it, as much as possible. I will do the same. Of course I will continue to create space every month to sit with you, in connection and compassion, to listen and to breath, as it nourishes me as much as I hope it does you. But maybe I’ll post even less on social media and skip next month’s newsletter. Life this year has felt big in many ways and there is more to come, including my eldest starting school in September. So I feel a real tug to strip everything bare, to let fall away all that doesn’t serve me and melt into time together with my loved ones.

It takes great effort to not just say those words, but to act upon them too. As with most things though, we can trust our bodies know the way, following the path of joy and pleasure. So let’s listen. To ourself, our beautiful body, the wind in the trees. Let’s choose to be as present as we can be. Bare feet on warm earth, fragrant flowers in our kitchen, salt from the sea on our skin, hands to hold.

Let’s remember what true rest feels like 💛

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21/07/2025

You have beach people and you have forest people. It took me ages to figure out which one I was.

As a child, we often went to the coast in the summer holidays, staying at my grandparents’ holiday home. I have so many wonderful memories from this time. The smells and sounds of the beach, the sand in the shower, lotion on sun-kissed skin and the deep dreamless sleep at the end of the day. Even now, when I stand on a beach, I feel like I’m expanding into the openness, the breeze clears my head and watching the vastness of the sea, I often feel a sense of promise, of hope 🌊
And then there’s the forest. I spent quite a few hours in the woods as a child and loved running through crunchy leaves, the excitement of finding toad stools or spotting a woodpecker and feeling the sweet-smelling moss on tree trunks. Lush in spring, cool in summer, beautiful in autumn and mysterious in winter, I felt, and still feel, so much joy in the versatility and abundance of a forest 🌳

These days, when we go on a family adventure, there’s always a choice to be made. Beach or forest. And by feeling into what we are most drawn to on the day and spending equal amounts of time at either place, I have finally come to a bit of a conclusion. Of course I still love both, anything Mother Earth has to offer, I feel deeply grateful for, and yet, there is a place I have come to realise truly feels like coming home. That place is the forest. The best bit about this realisation is that I’ve been able to pinpoint WHY it’s the forest for me.
Besides a deep sense of peace and belonging, in the forest I feel a belonging amongst others. A belonging amongst the trees. You see, you are never alone in a forest, trees of all shapes and sizes, all embracing their authentic individuality, surround you and talk to you like friends. Whispering secrets, singing ancient songs and listening to your words, your cries, your laugh, your truth. In a forest you are reminded that you are never alone, always held by life. That’s why it’s a homecoming, into the wilderness, into freedom and love ✨️

So which one has your heart? The beach or the forest? And why? Let me know in the comments 🤗

09/06/2025

Every Spiral.In circle starts with a brief opening circle so we can hear every woman's name and get a flavour of who's in the room. I usually offer a question for this and am often inspired by the seasons or our centre piece. The morning of last month's circle, something caught my eye and I decided to try something different. I placed this little succulent in the centre of our circle and invited everyone to share what they saw, what words came to them 🪴 I hadn't thought this through properly and had no idea how and if it would land but I went with it anyway, trusting my gut.
The response was mindblowingly beautiful.

Every woman in that circle shared incredibly vulnerable and courageously and I was struck by the wisdom and depth we went to straight from the start. Our opening circle became a gorgeous foundation for the rest of the morning.

I shared my thoughts as well and explained that we have a whole bunch of succulents and cacti sitting on the windowsill in our bathroom. Another cactus was blooming too so at first glance, you would assume these plants were pretty happy 🌵🌼 However, we had really neglected them and although succulents and cacti are pretty sturdy, we hadn't watered them in so long I feared that some may not survive. And yet, all of a sudden this little succulent put out one shoot with beautiful delicate flowers at the top. To me, it seemed that it was so close to death, it put all its energy in attracting a pollinator so it could live on elsewhere.
And in the sadness of this act, came forth the sheer beauty of it. Because where was this dried up, almost soporous, little plant getting the energy to create this wondrous thing? It showed me the strength of the life force that all living things carry ✨️ Including us. It showed me hope and trust. It showed me that, just like this plant, we too can conjure up one last ounce of strength in moments where we think we have nothing left. We too can tap into this life force within, something that will always support us and push us forward. Through hardship, darkness and pain, towards our successes and our dreams.

Who knew that a little succulent could offer such reassurance? 🌱

26/05/2025

Today I turn 40 and that feels big, in a good way ✨️⁠
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I sense I might be approaching the threshold from Mother to Maga. Not yet, but I don't think it's far off.⁠ In many ways, I can't wait, because I imagine this next season in life full of expansion, like a peony in full bloom. I imagine that all the riches I've accumulated over the years will be gathered in a tight bundle that I'll carry with me wherever I go. When I need it, I'll open my bundle, reach in and pull out quiet confidence, wisdom, simplicity, compassion, joy, pleasure, community and belonging. I know more treasure will be waiting for me along the road, the bundle forever growing.⁠
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About five years ago, when motherhood cracked me open and sent me down a rapid of self-exploration, I started adding a lot of stuff to the bundle. One component was that I started to recognise and obey the voice of my intuition. Recently, I was thinking about a good way to describe this and I came to "Listen within and not..." I got stuck here. And not "to others"? And not "to the outside world"? It didn't really sound right. What is the opposite of "within" I thought? ⁠
Without. The dictionary describes this word as "in the absence of" so it might remind us of solitude, we might be without others. However, the archaic interpretation of "without" is "outside". With out. With the outside world. With things outside of ourselves. With others' opinions, judgements, expectations.⁠
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So listen within and not without. ⁠
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When the noise around you is deafening, listen out for the quiet voice within, the one that knows. When the world bombards you with "shoulds", listen out for your soul whispering "I could". You are a deep well of wisdom, don't let anyone poison the water. Listen within and not without 💛

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12/05/2025

We belong outside 🌱

It's the place where we often feel most alive, most ourselves and most at ease. It's the place where we can breath and rest our heads, where we can release, be held and soothed.
When we step into nature, we return to the Great Mother, the place we came from and where we often feel most connected, to ourselves, others, our plant and animal kin and to life itself.
Children are intuitively drawn to the outdoors and if you are lucky enough to have bubbas in your life, you'll know that going outside in a moment of overwhelm or upset is like pressing the reset button.

I read something the other day about 'soul places'. Places where you feel closest to your true self, where your soul sings. Places that nourish and replenish you and where you feel the land supporting you, places where you feel you belong 🌄
Over the years, I have found a couple of these places and the one pictured here, close to the Ashdown forest in Sussex, is one I cherish deeply. Although this is not the land I came from, it feels like a long time ago I did, and it certainly is the land where I became. 🌳
It's hard to describe this place but the Bluey song 'I know a place' always takes me straight back there. Give it a listen and let me know below, do you have a soul place? ✨️

02/05/2025

Sometimes things happen that cause a crack in your life ⚡️ It could be a gradual and slow process, like yarn tearing under the strain of being overstretched, or it could be sudden and volatile, like a stress crack in ceramics.
The latter happened to me a couple of months ago and the world seemed to stand still and move faster all at once. Life felt different, heavy and impossible, but on the day everything changed, I also got a glimpse of life's great cogs ⚙️ I got to see, even for a couple of moments, the nuts and bolts of how this precious life works and unfolds, always turning, flowing, moving. And all of a sudden, I fully understood the meaning of that saying 'the cracks are needed to let the light in'. Not only on a personal level, but on a way bigger level. Grief and pain really are the sisters of joy and peace. One is needed to be able to feel the other 🪢
When the crack appeared in my life, I looked up and was almost blinded by life's light, it shone directly on me and warmed my heart, allowing me to feel everything all at once and be at peace in the midst of it ✨️ Source, God, Spirit, whatever you want to call it, spoke directly to me, lovingly holding me through the process of tending to the broken pieces that lay scattered on the floor of my existence.
That day, I wrote the following words. I hope they can be a balm to others who are also learning to love the cracks in their world. You are loved, always 💛

"And so it must be, that a life is like a bubble. A pocket of air encapsulated by rainbows, glistening in the sun, floating up and away. Until a simple thorn, a whisker, the tip of a finger or the mere willing of an end, makes it pop. The pocket of air rejoins the everything, droplets of life and longing linger on our faces, leave impressions on our hearts and become part of our very breath. The only solace then, the knowing that all this, the bubble, that one life, lives on in the beauty all around us. We simply have to look."

12/03/2025

I've been quiet on here, not feeling pulled to post much and allowing my creativity to nurture other things. I know that, in this online world, that's not doing me any favours, leaving this account seemingly non-existent. Isn't it funny how the theme of our modern society runs through everything: if you don't join the hustle, don't keep up with the fast pace, if you're not loud and visible, then you are forgotten, deemed unimportant. Without the roaring and crashing waves, it's easy to forget the depths and beautiful complexity of a still ocean 🌅

I also know that for you who follow me on here, it doesn't matter how many reels I post a month or how many likes my posts get. You all know Spiral.In is here for you, to welcome you home, always. And it works the other way around too, I know this community is always here, to come back to, to get inspired by and to be witnessed by.

And so here I am, being witnessed whilst living life intensely. The arch of its pendulum wide, swinging from deep grief, utter exhaustion and frustration to blissful presence, sweet joy and heartfelt gratitude. Like the pendulum of a big clock, time marked by feelings and moments of rupture and connection. Incredibly, I've felt my body stretch and swell to accommodate this wide spectrum of experiences, allowing my capacity to expand beyond what seems physically possible into something bigger and bolder. We are so much more than meets the eye ✨️

How are you I wonder? Living life under a sky full of big astrological energies and shifts, on this earth that's carrying a heavy weight. Where is your place, your home? I'd love to hear your story. So come sit with me and tell me about you 💛

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