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Yew Tree Holistic, Rye (2026)

09/04/2026

A small re-introduction of me and my services 💫

It is so hard to keep advocating for your work, and I find myself being quite lack lustre in this department. This post is for those of you who are new here, who may be wondering what I do when I’m not traipsing through squishy landscapes in search of water or hunting down a new-to-me medieval wall painting.

So in the spirit of getting the word out there… My name is Hayley-Mae, I’m a spiritual healer and psychic. I’ve been working in this capacity (publicly, at least) for 3 years now.

I’m probably most known for my 1:1 healing spaces in which I channel energy for the purpose of releasing tension, regulating emotional fatigue and pulling together alignment in the physical body.

There is, as is usual with this work, always more to explore. I am a psychic reader, including auric field readings and Egyptian cartouche tarot. Looking into the soul for deepest reflections and gentle guidance is constantly awe inspiring for me. I find this modality is the one subject to the most change, ever evolving into a wider landscape of visions and intuition passed on.

Am I making you curious?!

If you are local to Kent or Sussex, as I border the two (Rye being situated just on the edge of East Sussex, East Kent a stones throw away), you are always welcome to come visit for your dose for mysticism.

Questions are ever welcomed, and free consultation is available - always.

Initial enquiries taken by DM, or email. 💌

See you soon 🌀
H-M x

reikihealer

07/04/2026

The clearing of space is a vital spiritual hygiene.

When we work, live and breathe; each beating breath of air and spirit fills the room, the atmosphere, the fabric of a home. It builds a residual memory of what came before, the bad Monday you had in the office, the thrifted entity entwined with the vase you brought home last week, the people who came before that grapple in the living sphere while their soul remains in transition.

Buildings and land hold deep memory and sometimes full human dis-embodiment, just like the soft tissue of our minds and living bodies. The physical spaces we inhabit are something I treat in much the same healing appreciation, as an organism and not simply a structural space for which to lay our heads.

Spirit has always called me to buildings, beckoned me to look beyond modern externals, the fitted staff kitchens and newly installed French doors. It asks that I peel back a layer and see a space for what it was, is and will come to be.

Some of you may remember when back in Canterbury, I made a small living from the psychic mapping of ancient buildings. I visited spaces with compassion, openness and an aim to move energy, spirit and soul ever forward. It has always remained a calling, to set spirit on their proper path and align the ley-line of the land.

If you find yourself with an apparitional spectre, a vibration that sticks, or a feeling that won’t shift.. let’s explore it, and set it free. Curiosity breaks moulds for the living and those in limbo.

💫 displayed are some modes of my own home (and town) spiritual-fabric repairs as of late.💫

24/03/2026

It’s good to be back! Spiritual healing and angelic reiki being held space for once more. If you are feeling the need for alignment and harmony, get in touch with me to book yourself in. 💫

05/03/2026

Over easy goes the windswept hawthorn and a growing collection of mid-century furniture.

This silence has persisted a while, much like last year I start up slowly.

I meet a present tense that makes sense for me, one I have wished upon for what feels to be an age.

Actualising my long awaited dream, I have moved an energetic world away. I’m finally in Rye.

An ever-mover, Hastings was never forever. It was a return, a step back from the outer-work so I could gaze into my own inky depths, strengthen my seafaring bond and ask myself where I want this practice to go. Feeling some the wiser, I landed amongst the marshes.

There is a steady undercurrent in the swathes of salty land. A home to engage in sweet coffee and cream, occasionally a hoppy tincture accompanies my psychic mapping of the town.

My books (and doors) will be opening again in the coming weeks for all of your mystic/healing needs. I will be re-opening a space for people in person, for which I am very excited and hugely overdue…

Feeling giddy and grateful.

More soon. 🌊

H-M

29/01/2026

A guiding hand is sometimes necessary, to show us what is missing, what is on its way and what is right in front of us.

My readings are set out to be affirming, confronting, enriching, and above all to encourage movement - ever forward into the face of the known/unknown.

The idea is to push and inspire, pull and reclaim. A message waiting? We’ll hear it. An energy in your company? We can harness it.

You enter into an all inclusive psychic experience. Always with my 1:1 intention/attention, here to channel and respond in sensitivity.

Whether you’re a curious soul, a seasoned psychic go-er, or any other kind of individual - get in touch to secure your slot (because I’m terrible at advertising my availability.. oops).

I relish reading for you all, it is truly one of my favourite practices to engage people within. Wander through the psychic mirror with me? 👁️

• This offering is currently remote only, via voicenote •

15/01/2026

2016 is ten years ago, and all of the reminiscence has plunged pooled me into my past.

The years of lacking care and freedom abound. I look back on these earlier times knowing I will never have freedom like it again, and for that I am glad.

Responsibility can feel too high a mark to meet, it did for me in those hurried years. I did not want responsibility (for my actions, my trajectory, myself) I wanted freedom. I thirsted for freedom from a state of living I could not understand. To me, disembodiment never felt so good.

It took a lot to reel myself back in, to reconnect with those lost parts and fill in the gaps. It’s said it’s never too late to bring yourself back, I also think it is never too early. I got sober at 20 for a year. I got back into (some) old vices at 21. I brought myself back to equilibrium by 22, attempted to repair my relationship with the world as much as I could. Put things to rites for the thousandth time.

Without all of the back and forth, the hardship that teaches so much, the love gained and lost and gained again, none of us would be evolving beyond our hedonistic pasts. I like to look back sometimes, but only to gawp at how different things are now.

(These photos are dated between 2017-2019, a hugely transitional time for me).

02/01/2026

Despite the “new year” not yet being in the full scope of newness, a vibration change happens as the clock strikes midnight on December 31st.

It’s hard to ignore the fact that time is rumbling on, as it always does. The shift forces us to see to our innermost workings, reflect and align.

While this “new year” is something I feel should be a low pressure space, shying away from capitalist shoves toward a new you, some exciting things are bubbling over for me and my small practice which I would like to gently introduce to you all over the course of time.

Come the end of January, I will be cultivating a new healing modality to offer you all (more on this once it has all come to land). There will be new ways to visit/work with me, hold in energy/psychic work and move through the vibrations that come our way as we head towards Beltane.

(And yes, this does mean inviting a physical, 1:1 or small group space to open from time to time again!)

A series of large and small components have been and still are moving toward a renewed spirit in my field of work.

After an arduous and sometimes rewarding 2025, there is now a place for me to extend my presence outward once more. I hope to see some of you joining me in all of the newness as and when it comes to fruition throughout this next calendar year.

The mystery and certainty of it all leaves me in a state of sickly-excitement. 💧

Wishing that you all come to loving conclusions in this midwinter winter sphere. Don’t push too hard, don’t relent too much, listen to your body above all things.

28/12/2025

Reflecting on a year in water,

The many wells and ways to be held by one.

Changing faces, landscapes, emotions heightened - water was constant, steady, familiar this year.

The one thing I can say I kept consistency with was my relationship to water.

Returning to salty water, my wannabe spa-town home in Hastings. Making pilgrimage to old water, my holy-land-chalk-spring-fed water of Canterbury.

Seeking new water. City waters, woodland waters, cliffside water, utterly hidden water.

It is all around me! And I still have yet more water to uncover before the new year rings in.

A thanks to healing waters that help me do my work, inner and outer, with and without other energies/people/places.

Water truly carries my whole practice, it carries the energy healing we do, the readings I open for you, the blessings I send your way. 💧

Thank you to water!

16/12/2025

Such change has arisen in 2025, the dynamism of these last twelve months have sent me (and my practice) through loops upon loops of unrest, ease, comfort, confusion and joy.

I have had the sweetest hellos and hardest goodbyes moving away from Canterbury to go back home, grieving the old and calling forward the new.

When I left Canterbury, I really had no plan. I was totally surrendered to healing with the sea, watching for the horizon and what fresh air it could bring. Everything since moving has come as such a surprise, but oh so welcomed.

For one, I co-curated an exhibition about my family and our mystic lineage, all off the back of a chance encounter at the Mint House. To learn there was a movement in Sussex that took such keen interest in my work, my ancestry, my whole being… it’s remarkable. This time instilled new confidence in the fact that I *can* adapt my practice to all places, timelines and energetic states, even in Hastings.

2025 gave me much time on my own, the east hill is isolating in a nourishing way. It’s allowed me to find my footing as I connect to the ocean breath once more. Amongst isolation I have encountered some truly special people, without a need for pub socialisation (which feels quite big for me, as I am a sucker for a pub encounter). So a thankful nod goes to those I have connected with, and created bonds with. It is the warmest welcome home.

And a vulnerability is that I moved back in with family throughout this time, something I haven’t done since I left home at 18. But there is a softness in living in my mum’s childhood bedroom, a comfort that only the familiarity of grandparents can bring. I cherish the evenings watching the chase, having been deep in psychic space with clients only an hour ago. The conjunction of exploring my ancestral line with those ancestral faces sleeping in the adjoining room, it’s tenderness and magic all wrapped into one.

There is a litany of things I could say to sum up this year. It has been one of the most challenging for me in a long time, and I know many people will resonate with that. The sweetest gift we can give is our attentive presence and witnessing.

Sending love. X

24/11/2025

I cartomance as a divine forecaster and not a teller of divine absolutes,

“Divine truths” are a loaded gun, making readings into absolutes will only ever leave us in agony of what is to come, or what has not yet landed. Hanging on the word of someone else will not get us very far toward the message that is “truly” intended.

For a reader cannot know nor work in absolutes of what is passed to them, nor can they deliver it with the crispness of how it was handed to them.

I am a reader as I am an advice giver, a teller of message that remains enwrapped in enigma just as much to me as it may to you.

We are all on a level playing field in the reading/healing/psychic space. No reader/healer/psychic is above or beyond you, ever.

A reader is a channel, a person, a device of symbolism passed on.

When you visit me for a reading, there is nothing said in concrete, for all is in a constant state of flux from moment to moment. We do not enter and exit the reading space in the same finite chamber, we have already adapted past the moment of message (whether we recognise this or not).

A reading is said in flux and is to stay in flux, washing and moving with you as you take in each fresh breath.

As the year comes to a close and people wish to know their next steps, keep all of the above in mind. We are constantly breaking through, starting new cycles at different moments to each other, we are constantly in a transitional state.

Whoever you seek the divine with, remember your place in the space is just as integral as theirs, as is your voice, thoughts and response to any offering.

16/11/2025

The Witches’ Well - West Firle

This sweet little well spring is tucked away in the tiny village of West Firle, a place fertile with enigma, tightly wound in woodland and wind.

I could feel in my body that it was ripe to be happened upon, I wandered pendulum in hand and floated where it pulled, over and over, ever closer, until there she was.

I spent a quiet moment kneeling at her chamber, before the owner of the property from which it rises pulled up next to me and imparted his knowledge on this sacred spot.

“It was said that witches were hung upside down in the well head to be drowned, but I like to think that is not true.”

We discussed how folklore is unreliable by nature, and conjured our own story off the back of the vibration the waters gave - that this was a space where a good witch, or several, ruminate and work the energy even still. Healing historically being delivered through the watery ways, space being opened here for a path forward, a well of blessings and tenderness - not persecution and fear.

The grate never used to be there he told me, dogs would frolic in the chamber and take laps of water. His dog stood at my feet, a sweet addition to the photos he took of me standing at his well. We both beamed at the marvel of it, he told me how the stream opens into a lake beyond the fields.

Such a wonderful find, and I’m so pleased the well and its owner happened upon my day.

13/11/2025

A thread of inspiration is woven from the west.

A land where the ley-lines vibrate at full intensity, where the connections are keen and undeniable. The west is somewhere that I find connection unbridled, the wind here evokes change.

The west will always leave me wanting, wishing, and believing in something more.

A short stay away has been so sweet, we will meet again, Stanton Drew.

Here I am drinking up the cold air and damp stone, feeling sleepy and grateful. Books are back open for readings, auras, healing, general mysticism and witchery. Dm to catch your slot.

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