Wild Rose Path
For women who have been through something that changed everything — and are now ready to start building what comes next, but can't quite make themselves begin. Wild Rose Path is a place for finding your footing after a life transition — the self-doubt, the fear of being seen, the isolation of being mid-between, and the slow work of starting anyway. Through seasonal rhythm, plant wisdom, and the company of other women doing the same. If you're standing at the edge of something new, not quite ready but almost — you're in the right place.
It gets harder before it gets better
Hey Reader, For those of you into astrology - it's being a bit of a week. I'm slowly starting to feel that Mars in Aries energy...could it be that things we're invested in are starting to move, to happen? Or do we all need to go and hide under a collective duvet?! To me, it feels like a bit of both. I'm working my way through explaining each stage of the Wild Rose life transition spiral over on YouTube, and this week it's all about the bit where it gets harder before it gets better. Not what...
You don't need to see the whole path
Hey Reader, A story for you today. I live up a lane, kind of at the bottom between two of the Howgill Fells - Winder & Crook. This means I'm lucky to have a lot of beautiful walks on the doorstep. As I've lived here for years now, the kids are older, I've had more and more chance to explore the routes. A few months ago, I noticed on a map that there was some sort of footpath a bit higher up - not into the fells, but somewhere higher than the house and just below the fell wall of Crook. I've...
We're all in the middle of something
Hey Reader, A shorter email this week - because it's the Easter Holidays here and honestly - bandwidth is low! Although I go less and less on socials now, I have noticed pockets of actual authenticity popping up here and there - like wildflowers through a crack in the pavement. People just sharing stuff they're moving through, not with a 3-step fix, not to gain attention, not starting with "This might be controversial but..." My kids' current favourite phrase they've picked up from my laptop:...
A map for the messy middle
Hey Reader, How's your week going? It's the last few days before the holidays here, I want to just take off up the fell but there are All The Things to do. I've noticed more than ever that if I don't find ways to regulate my own nervous system, it affects not only myself, but also the kids. And so that's the priority right now - climbing the fell is lovely to blow off some steam, but for me, swimming lengths at a bumbling pace for half an hour just chills me out, gets me out of my head....
When something you’ve built no longer fits
Hey Reader, I think there’s a moment that isn’t talked about very much. When you’ve put time and energy into building something — maybe even years — and then you sit down one day and ask yourself, honestly: do I actually want this? I had that moment last year. I’d trained in different therapies over a number of years, and there was always this idea in the back of my mind that this was what I was meant to be doing. That I should build something from it. So I tried. I offered out free...
Tending the Threads That Connect Us
Hey Reader, Here under the Howgills, the land is starting to wake up. The daffodils are out shining like beacons, not competing with the ones next to them (Admittedly many in my garden have flomped over due to the winds...) The polytunnel foundations are in, my baby Wild Rose hedge is budding, and the first seeds have sprouted on the kitchen windowledge. In a world that seems so full of hopelessness, the land inspires me to slow down, look deeper. Notice the signs of hope that are around me....
Two paths, one body
Hey Reader, There have been two paths living in me for a while now. One is the path of grief. Of noticing how much feels unstable in the world. Of a nervous system that hums quietly in the background — not in crisis, but not fully settled either. It’s a powerful path. It deepens you. But it’s heavy. The other path is slower — slow by choice. It looks like tending the garden. Paying attention to light across the floor. Learning the land I live on. Choosing small, devotional acts that steady...
Living the In-Between
Hey Reader, Hope you're having a good week. There are a few mini-transitions happening in my own life right now — as I finish Circle Facilitation training and begin Wyrtcraft Level 2 with The Green Arte. (If you're drawn to plant-spirit-angled herbalism, Josh is an incredible teacher for deepening relationship with plants through both modern understanding and older ways of knowing.) At the moment, I’ve run the workshop Finding Your Footing After a Life Transition a couple of times live...
On resilience, pressure, and the in-between
Hey Reader, You are not broken.You are between structures.And that is a legitimate place to be. I’ve been sitting with this as I finish the first pillar piece of writing for Wild Rose Path. So much of what gets labelled resilience is actually pressure — pressure to stabilise quickly, to be tidy in our pain, to “move on” before anything real has had time to land. I don’t believe resilience is the enemy.I believe it’s often offered at the wrong moment. When someone is mid-rupture, being told to...
When Anger Carries Information
Hey Reader, I’ve been working on the audio recordings for Threshold Crossing this week — a 7-day journey where we orient ourselves in the darkness of the liminal space, acknowledge the end of the old cycle, and then begin to sense the possibilities of what may come next. It means I’ve been spending a good chunk of time in 'transmission mode'. My Scorpio Rising is having a field day. That said, I do have to watch the temptation to use that mode to bypass the realities of day-to-day human life...
For women who have been through something that changed everything — and are now ready to start building what comes next, but can't quite make themselves begin. Wild Rose Path is a place for finding your footing after a life transition — the self-doubt, the fear of being seen, the isolation of being mid-between, and the slow work of starting anyway. Through seasonal rhythm, plant wisdom, and the company of other women doing the same. If you're standing at the edge of something new, not quite ready but almost — you're in the right place.