Dear curious ones,
Being alive is strange. There’s all these thoughts and feelings. There’s all kinds of contradictions that spring up. There is happenstance and synchronicity. There’s the weird interplay between ‘acceptable normality’ and the total fucking chaos of what life in motion often looks and feels like. At least, that’s how it is for me 🙂
There are some times when I feel at ease in my own skin and full of love. Some people think of this feeling as ‘coming home’. I think of it as ‘being by the hearth’. It’s the same only toastier on cold days. Ahhhh.
It should be noted that quite a lot of drama can happen around the hearth too. It gets hot, bright, dark, and there may be flames. But that’s ok. Cos hearths are meant to accommodate fires without burning down the house.
I never thought of myself as being ‘spiritual’, but life is full of surprises. Like any good hearth witch, I am on a fool’s journey that I begin every day, not knowing much, and trying my best to remember that.
I want to share my experience with others, as well as with firesides and trees. I want to compare notes (trees and firesides are lovely, but not so given to chatting). So, I am writing letters. From my hearth, to yours.
I am sending out letters to others who, like me, are engaged in exploration. I am writing them for myself, but I hope other people will find them entertaining, interesting, or helpful.
If my approach or beliefs don’t resonate with you, then that’s fine. My experiences and reflections are my own, and I support the right of every person to make their own sense and/or nonsense in their own way. I make no claims about consistency or correctness, because I see my reality differently on a regular basis.
I don’t have that many answers. But I have a lot of curiosities.
So, welcome. Come and sit with me.
Lots of love,