11/09/2026
Another wonderful catch-up with these beautiful souls and and of course, little Teddy 🐾🤍
Real women.
Real stories.
Genuine connection.
No masks. No pretending that everything is wonderful all of the time. Just space to walk, talk, feel, laugh, share and be.
One of the places our conversation took us today was sadness and grief — and what can sometimes sit underneath them.
What I call sacred rage or righteous anger.
The anger that comes when we begin to recognise how many of the structures and systems we have inherited were never really designed for human beings to thrive within them.
We spoke about patriarchal systems. About women. Men. Families. The pressures we have normalised. The ways we have learned to override ourselves simply to keep functioning within structures that can feel so far removed from our natural rhythms.
And all the while, nature was surrounding us.
Trees towering above us.
Mushrooms emerging from the earth.
Birdsong.
Swans gliding across the loch.
Water. Wind. Earth. Life. 🌿
It felt like a beautiful symphony enfolding our conversation.
Nothing needing to be fixed.
Nothing needing to be pushed away.
Just witnessed. Felt. Allowed.
And somehow, as we walked, nature seemed to take it all — the sadness, the grief, the anger — and gently transmute it. Alchemising it back into something softer.
Back into beauty.
Back into connection.
Back into love.
Perhaps this is part of what we have forgotten.
We were never meant to process everything alone, sitting inside four walls.
Sometimes we need other humans.
Sometimes we need to move our bodies.
Sometimes we need the trees, the water, the birds and the earth to remind us that we belong to something much bigger.
And apparently, sometimes a good walk around Loch Leven with beautiful women and a little dog is enough.
No screaming in the forest required. 😂🌳🤍
