Brightwater Reiki

11/11/2025

Artwork: Lesser Ury

26/10/2025

“Everything has its time.”

Found an old badger near the sett today, gone, but peaceful. I checked him over; no signs of struggle, just age. Sad as it is, it’s part of the balance in the woods. Not everything can be bright and storybook like The Animals of Farthing Wood or Wind in the Willows.

I took one of those deeper than usual breaths, the kind that reaches down to somewhere older inside you. Moved him gently to a quiet spot near some fallen logs, where he’ll fold back into the land, back into the soil, the roots, the cycle that carries us all in the end. It just meant something, that still moment, that small act of empathy in the hush of the trees.

Everything finds its way back in time, everything has its cycle.
-Woodlarking

26/10/2025

I love stops like this in the woods. Every walk, I make time for them, three or four pauses where I step off the path to find that place. Sometimes it’s a fallen trunk that’s just right to sit on, sometimes a big old tree with a trunk wide enough to lean my back against. Today it’s a beech, maybe seventy or eighty years old, gnarly bark and a crown whispering in the wind.

The air’s colder now, that faint bite that says the year is turning. It's started to rain too. They say there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes, and they’re right. Wrapped up warm, it’s perfect. Just sitting, breathing, properly slowing down.

It’s in these pauses that the woods really speak, in the creak of branches, the scurry of something unseen, the soft breath of the wind moving through the leaves. For a while, there’s no rush, no noise, just me and the beech, both still, both part of it all.
-Woodlarking

11/10/2025

A "loveliness" of Ladybirds. Love that x

11/10/2025

Awhh ###

“Pooh,” said Piglet softly, “how do you know when it’s time to step away from things that make you sad?”
Pooh thought about this very carefully, because it was a question that touched both the heart and the tummy, and those were the most important sorts of questions. “Well, Piglet,” he said, “sometimes you notice that certain places or certain thoughts feel too heavy, like carrying too many honey pots all at once. And then you remember—it’s all right to set some of them down.”
Piglet tilted his head. “But isn’t that leaving things behind?”
Pooh shook his head gently. “Not leaving, Piglet. Just choosing. Choosing to keep what makes you warm inside and putting down what makes your paws ache. Because even in the Hundred Acre Wood, not every path is meant for every day. Some paths lead to sunshine, and some only to thistles.”
Piglet gave a little sigh of relief. “So self-care is knowing which path to walk?”
“Exactly,” said Pooh. “It’s remembering that it’s not selfish to take care of your heart. Because when your heart is lighter, you have more to share with the friends who need you most.”
And with that, Pooh leaned back against the log, flower in hand, tea steaming beside him, and decided that the best kind of strength wasn’t carrying everything, but knowing when to carry less.