Ignite the Innate

Sunday 21st June. ☀️ It’s the summer solstice.

The longest day.

The most golden light we’ll get all year.

I’m spending it in a circle of my friend’s beehives on a patch of land I once cast a spell for, telling the bees our news before we tell anyone else. That’s actually old beekeeping folklore. 🐝

The first half of the hives get our gratitude for the last six months.

The second half get our intentions for the next.

Then we meet in the centre, say it all out loud, write it down, fold it toward our hearts and set it alight.

You don’t need the bees or the 4am alarm for your version.

Just carve out the time today, pour gratitude into what’s come, and set the intention for the light you want to bring in.

The dog will listen. So will the fish. So will the plant on your windowsill.

Happy solstice, lovelies. See you on the other side of sunrise. ☀️

I had my palm read recently.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I don’t think your hand decides your life. But I was curious.

What I didn’t expect was to sit there and just... recognise everything she said.

There are two hands in palm reading. Your seed and your flower.

Who you came in as, and what you did with it.

Mine felt like coming home

Swipe to see why. 🌙

Thursday is Jupiter’s day. And Jupiter is the planet of abundance, expansion, and saying yes to yourself.

Which sounds great until you realise you’ve been rationing yourself the last biscuit, eating standing up, and calling it “fine.”

Abundance isn’t about having more. It starts with believing you’re allowed to receive what’s already here.

Your nervous system is the key to that. When you’re stuck in survival mode, your body can’t register enough, no matter what’s in front of you.

So today, pick one small yes. The shower. The sit down. The help you keep turning down.

That’s where it starts. 🌕

Follow for nervous system support and the planetary magic you didn’t know you needed my lovely 💖✨

I used to run on empty.

Working mum. Full schedule. Nothing left in the tank by 6PM… Sound familiar?

I thought breathwork was just something you did to calm down. A nice little breathing exercise for when things got a bit much.

I was wrong.

Breathwork isn’t about calming down.
It’s about changing your state entirely.

Regulating your nervous system so you stop running on stress hormones and start running on something that actually sustains you.

And now? I catch those moments.
The ones where I used to tip over the edge.

And instead of going under I meet them with compassion and a little ritual that pulls me back to me.

More bandwidth. More awareness. More of me…for me and for the people I love.

I became a certified SOMA breathwork instructor last month.
And I made it for us.
The overwhelmed mums.

The ones who think it’s not for them.

It is.
It always was.

Drop a ✨ below if you needed to hear this today. And follow along, I’m just getting started. 🫶🏻

You get to choose. Period.

Even on the days you’re loosing the will to live. ESPECIALLY on those days 🤘✨

🫶🏻 Just this.. this is all. Sending love 🫶🏻

Wow. So many things to do. ALL of them urgent apparently. At least that’s what my brain has decided at 11pm.

The reply I haven’t sent.
The school trip I haven’t paid for yet.
The appointment I need to book.
The meal I haven’t planned.
All screaming at exactly the same volume.

And my kids?

One sock.
Bedtime brain that will not switch off.
Started three things, finished none of them.

Turns out it’s not just me being rubbish at life. It’s Gemini season and it’s doing a number on all of us.

And my lovelies, it’s here until 21st June so buckle up.

Gemini rules the lungs and the nervous system.

Which means the season that wired you up also gave you the way out.

Your breath.

Slide through for the full breakdown and a technique you can do right now, in the car, in the queue, in the loo before the school run.

The full breathwork toolkit is coming.

Follow and stay close. Something is brewing. 🌙

Half term’s over and the biggest feeling is always that I didn’t do enough.

❌ PE kits. Should have sorted them before Sunday night.
❌ Bedtime. Should have wound it back two days earlier.
❌ One to one time with each of them. Never quite enough.
❌ The David Attenborough exhibition in London. Never happened.

✅ At least I didn’t eat them though. Some species can’t say the same.

PS. They did go to the beach nearly every day. And I contributed to plastic landfill via purchasing approximately one thousand squishys. So there’s that.