Often it feels like I’ve got so many ideas running around in my mind (and heart) that I find it hard to follow any particular one through to its conclusion.

Thoughts of a full retreat have now altered to a more practical vision of a work-life balance that bridges corporate dollars with things that are much more heart-lifting. Not only does this enable the bills to be paid but helps us facilitate another dream…of becoming parents (by adoption).

Yet the detail of what the heart-lifting work looks like remains unclear. So many possible strands: doula, therapist, celebrant plus the ever present hankering for a physical space never fully leaves.

Each time I sit down “to figure it out” the thoughts gets tangled; overlapping, intertwining, spiralling this way and that until the clarity of my ideas get lost.

I can see from an old tree with roots clear above the ground that this tangling can, in fact, support growth but how to make a start?

Or perhaps, like the old tree…breathe…and allow the growing to happen at its own pace, in its own way, instinctively…unpractised, unplanned, unrestricted!