Walking with the plants has opened my entire being. Shuffling my centre around and placing it back inside me; a lot more wilder, a lot more wiser and a lot more loved.
This journey has opened my heart, strengthened my senses and made me healthier, more connected, aware, authentic and free.
It has dug up my inner knowing, heightened my feelings and enlivened my mind.
I never knew, when I stepped onto these wild pathways, that I would be gathering my torn soul and struggling heart from the brambles and putting them into my basket, along with the gathered wild medicines.
That the mirror of Nettle, the warrior dandelion, the lunar weed, would point me to a place of home inside myself and would ignite my own ability to want to heal.
I never knew that this earth would reveal so many hidden layers, mending my soul like a wild balm and sending pulses to my heart in greens and golds, tenderly sewing me together with threads of life, patching me up with pockets of ancient wisdom and earthy roots.
This journey has made me see that we have two precious homes; our bodies and this earth.
We must care for them both, explore them well; deeply and tenderly.
For they will lead you to a place of rest and aliveness within.
• words by Brigit Anna McNeill •
Tree Weaver 