I want...

2025 is a big year - massive shifts for individual lives and for the collective consciousness, unfolding, unraveling, and disrupting what we’ve known for so long. And I continue my own unveiling of self, of gnosis, shedding what no longer serves me and opening more fully to the currents of change.

This week has felt amplified, intensified. The pull of the new moon and the shadow of the eclipses, along with shifting astrological currents, are calling forward new ways of being - inviting me to step into fresh rhythms, fresh selves, and the unknown that waits with quiet insistence.

I’m feeling drawn to ask: what is it that I want? Not in my mind, or some surface-level, tangible sense… but from the depths of my soul. What do I truly want? 

And the land, with the emergence of spring, has provided the inspiration, the metaphors, and the answers.

I WANT to feel the stirrings of spring, the slow unfurling of new shoots, the way the air carries a subtle promise of growth.

I WANT to be in my garden, pulling out the weeds, feeling the sun on my skin, releasing the hold of winter.

I WANT to clean the hidden crevices of my house - the skirting boards, the windows, the clutter.

I WANT to walk on the beach, sit under the shade of a tree, and watch the waves gently lap at the shoreline.

I WANT meaningful conversations with people who understand and appreciate me. People who just know when I’m not my most vibrant self, when something is off, and who aren’t afraid to name it or sit with it - just as it is.

I WANT to drink clean water and eat food picked fresh from my garden.

I WANT to feel tired at the end of the day -  the kind of tired that tells me it’s been an active and useful day. The kind of tired that follows hard physical work with purpose. The kind of tired that reminds me how capable and strong my body is.

I WANT to rest after a day like this without guilt or shame, without feeling I need to wake up and do it again, and again, and again.

I WANT to know that one day at a time is enough.

I WANT choice. Choice to listen to my body’s needs in the moment. Choice to follow my heart's yearning in the moment. Choice to spend time with those I love deeply. Choice to be alone when it’s needed. Choice to choose me first.

I WANT to witness the sacred - in myself and others. In the world and all of life. The sacred that exists in every encounter and interaction.

I WANT to release old stories - the ones written by the experience of pain and unmet needs.

I WANT to know all the parts of myself - the characters within the stories. The ones that used to keep me safe but now only keep me circling the same old patterns. I want to recognise their faces, their swagger, their cowering, their ways. I want to know them intimately, and when they show up, acknowledge them for their hard work, then welcome them around my table. 

I WANT it to be ok to want - in a world that says wanting is greedy or selfish.

I WANT to be. And for being to be enough.

I want to witness the sacred...