27/04/2026
I’ve been quiet for a while.
Not disappeared - just somewhere else for a bit.
The last few years have been one long initiation I didn’t choose but also, at some level, clearly did.
Cancer at 39. Surgery. Chemo. Then the slow, strange work of rebuilding a self that doesn’t recognise the old blueprint anymore. A lot of Inner work. Like a LOT. I’d almost forgotten about the outer work.
And now, at 43, I’m standing at what I can only describe as a threshold.
Everything is pointing to it - the astrology, the numerology, something in my body that I’ve learned to actually listen to.
I’ve just stepped into a new 7-year cycle, a new personal year, and something that went underground during all the stripping back is - cautiously, quietly - beginning to come forward again.
I’m not sure I have a neat way to wrap this up.
I’m not on the other side yet.
I’m right in the middle of it.
But I think that’s actually the point of what I do. It’s not about the final polished version or “share from the scar, not the wound” 😳
It’s the bit where you’re standing at the edge of what’s next and you can feel it’s significant, even if you can’t name it yet.
More soon. 🦹🏼