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18/02/2026

Imbolc isn’t about banishing your demons. It’s about inviting them to sit by the fire and behave themselves. I’ve found that when you feed things properly and give them a warm place to rest, they stop rattling the furniture.

How are you dealing with your little niggles as the wheel turns and the season changes?

16/02/2026

Imbolc always feels less like rebirth and more like finding a small flame that refused to go out.

The light shifts by a fraction, the days stretch by minutes, and something steady begins to stir under the surface.

I picture it like that small dragon curled in the corner, not here to burn anything down, just to keep a careful, watchful heat going while the rest of the world thaws.

That’s the energy I’m working with now. Quiet tending, focused warmth and support that steadies. It's a bit like tending frail little seedings.

Has the spark started moving for you yet? 🔥

13/02/2026

By the end of the week, something ancient clocks off before I do.

The emotional support dragon takes up position in the hallway, mostly to stop anyone asking me anything important.

The kitchen lich wakes up somewhere around 6pm, lights a candle for no clear reason, and starts rearranging ingredients like it’s a ritual rather than dinner.

This is the point where the week loosens its grip. The sensible part of me goes quiet. The rest of the house fills in. There’s heat, mess, half-finished things, and the very specific comfort of knowing I don’t have to be impressive to anyone.

If your weekend energy looks less “well-rested adult” and more “guarded by a dragon while something feral stirs a pot”, you’re in good company.

What shows up in your house once the week finally backs off? 🐉🔥

11/02/2026

This is the day where the inner cast reveal themselves properly. The overworked one. The tired one. The one who definitely wasn’t invited. All small feral goblin with strong opinions about emails, governance, and whether we truly need to leave the house again.

Midweek has a particular energy. You’ve already done enough to feel accomplished, but not enough to feel free. You’re running on tea, spite, and muscle memory, negotiating with yourself like a hostage situation, and wondering why everyone else looks like they’re coping better when you.

So tell me, how’s your Wednesday shaping up?

Graceful competence
Complete chaos
Or dragging your inner Kevin through the week by the scruff while promising him a nap later.

09/02/2026

Monday arrived and I did not rise from my bed like a phoenix reborn.

It was more of a reluctant emergence, like a disgruntled snail dragged into the light, already tired and deeply unimpressed by the concept of effort.

Spirit present.
Body negotiating.
Motivation somewhere in another room, refusing to make eye contact.

I am technically awake, but only in the legal sense.

If you’re easing into the week at a pace best described as “feral but trying,” clutching a mug like it contains answers, welcome. This seems to be how Mondays work now.

So, what’s your current form
phoenix or snail… or something still evolving?

06/02/2026

By Friday evening, my familiar routine sets in. I come home, reset, and my nervous system comes down a layer so my body can rest. Things get put where they belong, and the pace drops.

The lights get dimmed, and I light the fire, still mildly annoyed that this doesn’t happen automatically given how long I’ve been doing it. The dogs have very much chosen their positions at this time of year and settle into them like they’ve been doing this longer than I have.

From there it’s back to personal comforts. A book left open near the chair, my crochet bag on the floor, and a mug of tea that was steaming when I made it and absolutely isn’t now. This is my Friday night ritual. It sets me up for the weekend.

If your weekend is unfolding in a similarly domestic, witchy, but in a mildly unimpressive way, you’re in excellent company 🖤🐾

05/02/2026

By Wednesday, I’m usually very aware of how many hats I’ve worn already. Holistic therapist hat. Event facilitator hat. Peer-to-peer support hat. And, inevitably, the where have I left my mug of tea and my notebook while actively holding one of them hat.

Some days I move between one-to-one therapy work, facilitation planning at Riverbank Retreat, and peer-to-peer check-ins with very little pause in between.
Different spaces, entirely different needs, and me mentally switching lanes like a slightly overconfident roundabout user.

No matter the setting, the moment tends to arrive where someone exhales and goes, “Oh,” and over the years I’ve learned that that’s usually the most important bit.

02/02/2026

As January settles, I’ve noticed things start to feel clearer, usually right after I stop pretending everything needs to be done immediately. The rush eases, the noise drops a notch, and what’s left is a better sense of what actually matters and what can safely wait without the world ending, even if my nervous system remains unconvinced.

I’m still here at Wild Woman Holistics, doing the same steady, hands-on work I’ve always done. Alongside that, my year also includes the wider work I’m part of through Riverbank Retreat and the peer support work of Solid Ground. Between them, it all weaves together into a very practical, very human way of supporting people as they actually are.

So if you’ve been wondering what I’m up to this year, that’s the shape of it. And if you want more information about any of the work I do across Wild Woman Holistics, Riverbank Retreat, or Solid Ground, just reach out and ask. Whether that turns into booking in, coming along to something, or simply a cuppa and a chat, you know where to find me.

30/01/2026

By Friday night, I’ve noticed that most people end up gravitating towards the same kinds of comforts, whether they mean to or not.

For me, that can look like a bubble bath hot enough to cook a lobster, old books with familiar patterns that don’t demand too much attention, sometimes with candles lit without ceremony.

All of it combines to give that deeply satisfying sense of washing the week away and letting the senses take over while the body and mind finally relax.

By Friday evening, I’m firmly in comfort mode. It becomes a priority, and as a result, soft things start appearing. Cushions multiply. I begin arranging myself like a vaguely human-shaped burrito, gathering anything warm, familiar, or comforting within reach, and quietly questioning why I ever thought sharp lighting and an upright posture were a good idea.

This is also the time of year when it feels ideal to book in for an Indian head massage. Sitting with your eyes closed while somebody rubs your scalp and plays with your hair has a remarkable way of persuading the brain to shut up for a while. There’s something quietly civilised about choosing to relax on purpose, rather than waiting until your body stages a full-scale protest.

So I’m curious, what does your Friday night comfort ritual look like at this point in the year?

And if you could switch your brain off for an hour, which therapy would you choose?

28/01/2026

Apparently, last week was officially labelled the worst week of the year. Blue Monday, peak misery, the point where everyone is supposedly meant to hit rock bottom all at once.
Which is interesting because what I mostly noticed was people just getting on with it. A bit more tired than usual, a bit less patient, running on tea, sarcasm, and whatever reserves were left from December. No dramatic collapse, just that familiar “honestly though…” feeling ticking along in the background.

So if you made it through last week by cancelling a few things, doing the bare minimum, rereading the same page of a book three times, or staring into space while holding a mug like it might explain itself, that still counts.

And if your body is now nudging you towards something calmer and more grounding now that the pressure’s eased, that makes sense, too. This is often the point where something simple, like hand and foot reflexology, helps everything settle back into place.

I’m curious: How did you actually get through last week? Was it caffeine, stubbornness, lowering expectations, or just being kind to yourself and carrying on?

Everyone seems to have their own way.

26/01/2026

I like to think of myself as an intuitive, Earth-aligned, witchy being with a deep connection to cycles, energy, and ancestral wisdom.

Unfortunately, Monday requires emails.
I spent the morning feeling deeply attuned to subtle shifts in the air, then immediately forgot passwords I’ve used for years.

I lit a candle for focus. It went out. Fair enough.

The dog stared at me like I’d personally ruined our plans.

There’s a strange gap between ancient wise woman and the person trying to locate her glasses while they’re on top of her head.

Today, I’m existing somewhere in that gap.
If you’re also feeling spiritually powerful but administratively unconvincing, you’re in good company.
I’m choosing to believe this is a temporary condition and not a permanent personality shift.

So — which version of you turned up today?
The wise one?
The chaotic one?
Or the one who shouldn’t be trusted with passwords or responsibility?

23/01/2026

End of the first week back, and I can confidently say:

the reboot is… partial.

I’ve spoken to people.
I’ve worn real clothes.
I’ve remembered how days work.
Mostly.

But I’ve also forgotten words mid-sentence, stared into space while holding keys, and needed a sit down after doing something deeply ambitious like answering an email.

So I’m calling that a successful reintegration.

This is the bit where the body goes, “Right, we’ve tried being human again. Let’s not overdo it.” Which is fair. Sensible, even.
If your week has left you feeling like your system is running, but slightly glitchy, a bit of hands-on therapy for calming never hurts. Something grounding, something quiet, something that doesn’t require conversation unless you want it. Or, alternatively, you could lie down and ignore everyone until Monday. Both are valid options.

How did your week treat you?
Smooth sailing?
Minor malfunctions?

Or are you also one mild inconvenience away from powering down completely?

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