She is, and has always been, the archetype of feminine spiritual authority we have been waiting for.

When Malta received me into her embrace, I recognised that these islands were not simply the home of my ancestors; they were keepers of the keys, guardians of the parts of me that had been buried beneath centuries of forgetting.

Our blood is our birthright. Our blood connects us to all the women before us since time began. Our blood heals. Our blood helps us to remember our connection to the cyclical nature of all that is. Our blood is a messenger, an oracle, a muse.

For too long, we have forgotten what she feels like; what it feels like to be held by her.

For too long, they have kept her from us.

“Everything you have ever lost will return in another form” ~ Franz Kafka

This was the moment I knew I would say yes to this path; this path of remembering the ancient divine feminine arts, of reclaiming my power and role as a mystic in this lifetime.

My reclamation is yours, sacred one. May the feminine rise, may the masculine hold her in reverence, and may we all remember the harmonious, divine union — the prophecy that has always belonged to this great Earth.

Through the understanding of impermanence, one can understand the timeless, cyclical nature of all that is. And that you and I, my friends, are an integral part of it. 

Perhaps our most profound achievements are not illuminated beneath a Bodhi tree, but hidden in the quietly significant moments, like that day in the food court.

My feet sink into the Earth. My nerves speak to the mycelium in the language of the stars. I am a part of the darkness and the darkness is a part of me.

It is winter here. I can feel the chill of the breeze on my cheeks. The nights are long. Everything around me is resting. And I know that the closing of these chapters in my life is allowing new ones to be written.

This is a story about my journey across Country, or my great initiation. It taught me about connection to Land and connection to Spirit, and reminded me what it means to feel truly alive.

I’d never planned for this road trip to be a minor initiation, but it turned out to be. I would travel across south-eastern Australia, for seven days in a 2005 Nissan Xtrail I named Xander.

That was the day I knew the power of the cacao medicine. That was the day I knew that I might one day honour the myth Izaias shared with me and guide the medicine out of the forests, and into the hearts of those who come my way.

This is a story about trusting intuition and honouring the wisdom keepers of the sacred plant medicine, Ayahuasca.

A journey to a sacred destination on an ancient pilgrimage route in the low-lying hills of Somerset, England, on the day of the pagan festival that is Lammas.

One of the most beautiful things about being gifted thirty-six years of life is the ability to have had enough time to know the seasons of change.

I'm deeply grateful for the recent opportunity to join my dear friend, Ness, on the Guide-Ness Podcast, talking all things intuition, divine guidance, sacred feminine and what it means to step into truth.

From 2015 to 2022, read about how my blog, The Altruistic Traveller, started and what it grew to be.

I’ve come to realise the beautiful thing about growth is that it offers us the ability to see how far we’ve come.