Jackdaw Wood CIC

Jackdaw Wood CIC Holistic Eco-therapy |Creative Workshops | Integrated Counselling | Well-being Groups & Training | Forest Bathing | Meditation & Mindfulness

Range of quiet meditation � spots & woodland walks

Mark your calendars❄️ December 21: Winter Solstice ❄️It’s the shortest day and the longest night of the year in the Nort...
26/11/2025

Mark your calendars❄️
December 21: Winter Solstice ❄️

It’s the shortest day and the longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere!

This moment happens when the Earth tilts farthest away from the Sun, giving us the Sun’s lowest path across the sky.

🌍 What this means:

• Sunrise comes later and sunset arrives earlier.

• Shadows grow longer than on any other day.

• Nights feel deeper, colder, and perfect for stargazing.

• And from here… the light slowly begins to return. ☀️✨🌜🌛🌝🌞🌍🌥️🌥️🌤️☀️☀️

We all have our defenses. The walls we build to feel safe. The pauses we use to hide. And still, beneath it all, there’s...
18/11/2025

We all have our defenses.

The walls we build to feel safe.

The pauses we use to hide.

And still, beneath it all,
there’s a quiet hope that someone will notice the small openings we leave behind.

The places where we’re still trying to let the world in. 💚🌼✨🦋🌎🌏💫💫🌳🧡

Beware those who wear masks & deceive to gain adulation ⟡ The Blue Jackal ⟡🧿🐺🦋🌎✨From the Panchatantra╌◈╌◈╌◈╌In the old s...
18/11/2025

Beware those who wear masks & deceive to gain adulation

⟡ The Blue Jackal ⟡🧿🐺🦋🌎✨

From the Panchatantra
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In the old stories of the Panchatantra (ancient Indian collection of fables,
written over 2,000 years ago) there is a tale about a jackal who stumbled into power by accident.

While fleeing a pack of village dogs,
the jackal hurled himself through an open doorway and fell straight into a vat of blue dye.

When he climbed out again,
his fur had turned a deep,
unnatural indigo.

Nothing in the forest looked like him anymore.

When he returned to the woodland,
the animals stared in confusion.

Some bowed.
Some whispered.

Believing him to be a celestial messenger, they asked who he was.
The jackal saw his chance.

He told them he had been sent from above to rule over them and restore order to the forest.

They accepted his word.
They fed him. Protected him.
Treated him as a king.

And to keep his secret safe,
he drove away every jackal who might recognize him.

For a while,
his false kingdom held.

Until one night a group of jackals howled in the distance.

The sound struck him like instinct.

Before he could stop himself,
he lifted his head and howled back.

The forest fell silent.

Every animal present understood exactly what he was.

The illusion shattered.

The animals felt mocked and betrayed,
and they turned on the blue pretender who had ruled them with borrowed colours.

He fled back into the dark,
stripped of the throne he had claimed.

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The tale leaves no gentle lesson.

It simply shows how easily power built on deception collapses once truth finds a voice.

The outside pretension of special powers disappears when they revert back to old outdated ways

Beware the jackals in blue clothing , the robes of spiritual teachings without the insight

Be brave.there are forces of change which one cannot control.remember: there comes a time when the leavessimply cannot h...
18/11/2025

Be brave.
there are forces of change
which one cannot control.

remember:

there comes a time when the leaves
simply cannot hold on.🍁🍂🍄🍄‍🟫🍂

one season rises
another season falls.

we are straddling transition.

straddling seasons.
straddling stories.
straddling paradigms.
straddling canyons.

one foot decays in the cocoon.
the other already wears wings.

🪶🪾🪵🍂🍁🪹🍄🍄‍🟫🍁🍂

stasha ginsburg
the wild remembering

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image: from remembrance bench Jackdaw Wood
Our western place of meditation

Wisdom from Nature: The Spider’s Patience in Building AgainWhen the wind sweeps through the forest, breaking branches an...
06/11/2025

Wisdom from Nature:
The Spider’s Patience in Building Again

When the wind sweeps through the forest, breaking branches and tearing down the spider’s web,
the little creature doesn’t sit in mourning.

It doesn’t curse the storm, nor does it wait for pity.

Instead, it begins again,
thread by thread,
line by line,
with quiet patience and unwavering focus.

The spider teaches us a profound truth about life:
strength is not in what we build,
but in our willingness to rebuild.

Every morning,
the spider wakes to uncertainty.

Its web may be gone, its hard work erased overnight.
Yet it starts anew, without complaint, without hesitation.

Why?
Because its purpose is greater than its pain.

Its instinct tells it: “To live, I must build again.”

In our human journey,
storms come too.

Dreams collapse,
relationships break,
businesses fail,
and plans crumble.

But just like the spider,
we are called not to weep over broken webs, but to rise,
rebuild,
and trust the process once more.

The spider’s lesson is patience wrapped in persistence.

It doesn’t rush the threads or take shortcuts; it knows that beauty and strength come from steady work.

And when the web is complete again, glistening in the morning dew,
it stands not only as a trap for prey but as a quiet monument of endurance.

Two proverbs remind us of this truth:

🕷️ “The spider’s web may be fragile,
but it catches what it needs.”

🌿 “A tree that bends in the wind will never break.”

So, the next time life tears down your web, remember the spider.

Do not despair.
Begin again.
Not because it’s easy,
but because your destiny demands it.

Moral:

Patience is power.
The world rewards not those who never fall, but those who quietly rebuild after every storm. 🕸️🕸️🕷️🕷️🐛🐛🦋🦋🦋🦋

🌱🌳🌳🌿🐦‍⬛🦋🐞🪶🪽🪶🍁🍂🌿🌙🌟✨
06/11/2025

🌱🌳🌳🌿🐦‍⬛🦋🐞🪶🪽🪶🍁🍂🌿🌙🌟✨

Sure do 😂🌳💚🌿🌱🍁🌙
02/11/2025

Sure do 😂🌳💚🌿🌱🍁🌙

When things get tough , sometimes just to slow down & see how you are talking to yourself Sit back & consider ,if it’s t...
28/10/2025

When things get tough ,
sometimes just to slow down & see how you are talking to yourself

Sit back & consider ,
if it’s time to slow down
Relax
And start again tomorrow 🍁💚🌳🍂🪶🧙🏻‍♂️

People Euwwwwwww 🙈🙊🤮🤮🤣🤣
28/10/2025

People Euwwwwwww 🙈🙊🤮🤮🤣🤣

Once, they carried voices across the city — now they carry hope. Sweden’s forgotten phone booths, long silenced by smart...
28/10/2025

Once, they carried voices across the city — now they carry hope.

Sweden’s forgotten phone booths, long silenced by smartphones and modern life,
are finding a second purpose that speaks louder than any call ever did.

Across snow-covered towns, engineers and volunteers have transformed these cold metal shells into lifesaving sanctuaries for birds.

Inside each booth,
small wooden compartments line the walls, filled with soft straw and gentle heat.

Solar panels power subtle warmth,
just enough to help tiny wings survive the bitter Scandinavian frost.

What used to echo with conversation now hums quietly with the sound of life — soft chirps replacing old dial tones.

Passersby have begun leaving seeds,
water dishes,
and handwritten notes on the glass: “Stay warm, little ones.”

Some booths even flicker with low amber lights at night, turning city streets into glowing symbols of compassion.

It’s a reminder that even the simplest act — offering warmth to a creature that cannot ask — carries extraordinary grace.

Each of these shelters stands as a bridge between technology and tenderness. Sweden didn’t just recycle metal —
it recycled empathy,
turning forgotten relics into lifelines.

In a world that often builds walls,
this project builds tiny homes.

What once connected people now connects hearts — across species,
seasons,
and silence. 🐦‍⬛🐤🐦🐦‍⬛

I Wasn’t Loved — I Was UsefulThey didn’t love me for who I was.They loved me for what I could offer.They liked me becaus...
27/10/2025

I Wasn’t Loved — I Was Useful

They didn’t love me for who I was.
They loved me for what I could offer.
They liked me because I was easy—

Easy to talk to.
Easy to lean on.
Easy to forget once their hearts felt lighter.

I said yes when every part of me wanted to say no.
I smiled when I wanted to cry.

I laughed at jokes that weren’t funny,
just to keep the peace.

I held space for people
who never once noticed the emptiness growing inside me.

No one ever asked if I needed holding, too.

And now, I’m angry.
Not just at them—
but at myself.

For believing that kindness would protect me.
For mistaking self-sacrifice for love.

I Became Who They Needed — Not Who I Was

In every room,
I scanned for clues.

What do they want from me?
Who do I need to become to stay wanted?

I shape-shifted so perfectly,
I forgot what my own voice sounded like.
Forgot what it felt like to belong to myself.

Because being authentic
felt like a risk I couldn’t afford.

So I wore masks until they became my skin.
Until even I couldn’t tell where I ended
and their expectations began.

I Confused Being Liked With Being Safe

If they like me,
they won’t leave.

If I’m useful,
I’ll matter.

If I’m quiet,
agreeable,
low-maintenance—
maybe they’ll stay.

So I softened my edges
until I was barely a shape at all.

Apologized for existing
before anyone had the chance to reject me.

But approval is a fragile currency.

And one day,
I woke up bankrupt—
empty,
invisible,
and exhausted.

I Didn’t Burn Out — I Was Used Up

I wasn’t overreacting.
I was overextending.

The weight of being “the good one”
crushed the wild,
messy,
loud parts of me—
the parts that wanted to scream,
to say no,
to ask,
what about me?

I thought being nice would make people love me.

Instead,
it made them forget I was human.

I’m Not Bitter — I’m Finally Honest

I don’t want to be the safe choice anymore.
The reliable one.

The emotional sponge who absorbs everyone else’s pain.

I want to be loved for my soul,
not my silence.
For my truth,
not my tolerance.

And if my boundaries make me hard to love—
then maybe they never loved me at all.

I’m Done Performing

I’m not your emotional support system.
I’m not here to stay small so you can feel big.

I’m not shrinking anymore just to stay included.

If love requires me to disappear,
then I’d rather walk alone.

Because I deserve to exist fully—

Loudly.
Boldly.
Unapologetically.

No more pretending.

No more dimming my light to keep others comfortable.

This time,
I choose me. 😍🍁🌳💚🪶💚🌳

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25/10/2025

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Green Lane, Doncaster
Marr
DN57

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