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  • Writer's pictureRachel Fleming

I am a bit wiped as I write this, but something prompted me to get some stuff down. In print as it were.

It’s the beginning of a new decade but I’m not feeling very “beginning-y”. More middling. Or just bleurgghhh. It’s because of the holidays.


Holidays with family are epic and fun and adventure-filled much of the time. And they have been jam packed this year for sure. I have turbo-powered twin 8 year old boys and they go at it hammer and tongs. And let’s face it, I’m no Ophelia. More Lady Macbeth without the blood lust. So I can handle them. But.....

I crave solitude. And ritual. And magic. I dream of long days reading books, eating soup and drinking tea. Days when I sit nestled into the roots of my favourite oak tree and watch the grass grow.


I’m a right old hippy/boho sort, but with a bit of an M&S wrapping to me. But I yearn to be wild and see faeries and sing folk songs of time gone by.


What’s my point? Well I don’t have one this time. I could share something wise with you. Offer you a tasty little life affirming nugget. But maybe not today. All I wish for you is some time to do absolutely nothing. With no-one. That’s it.


So if you feel the same way, I’m right there with you. Actually, probably not, because I’ll be near some trees somewhere. On my own. casting spells. Or some such.

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  • Writer's pictureRachel Fleming

In the midst of the climate conversations, political upheaval and changing seasons all that is constant is change.


In the last 4 years I have strapped myself to the surfboard of my life and let the crashing waves take me to whichever shore they choose to.


On this sunny Autumn day my heart is full of excitement, joy and so much uncertainty. It is a state I am becoming used to as peri-menopausal woman.


My work and life have taken me in directions I could never imagine. I have just come out the other end of birthing a festival day focussing on earth awareness and our accountability in all of that as humans on this earth.


And out of that I find myself immersed in two of the deepest and richest friendships I have ever had in my life.


I also find myself rehearsing for a play which will run for 2 weeks at Christmas.


My healing work is a delight and I am calling more of that in.


I want to plant trees and sing. I want to hold my husbsnd’s hand. My heart explodes with love for my children. I gasp when a robin rocks up on a wall or branch in front of me.


It turns out I love uncertainty. There is magic in it. There is magic all around us. It is the magic of living a human life on this remarkable planet.


Over and out until the next time.



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  • Writer's pictureRachel Fleming


I write this post on the day of my twin boys seventh birthday.


Until I became a mother, I didn’t have any appreciation of the depth of feeling a mother experiences every time one of her children turns a year older on the anniversary of their birth.


In my case this happens for both of my children on the same day. And over the last two days I have been reflecting upon this particular threshold. I am crossing over a big emotional bridge as I enter into my seventh year of motherhood.


This is also a time I have chosen to bring a new version of myself into being. It feels fresh and new and a bit wobbly. But here she is…my new website.


My entry into motherhood proper was a bit ‘heavy’, as it is for many women. I was also the size of a small bungalow to boot. With hindsight I was very scared of going into hospital and I definitely put a brave face on.


What I needed was space and beauty around me. A space in which I could enter into an unknown state of being and still feel safe. Instead, I was in hospital.

So, with the remembering of that time comes a rawness, and of course there is also a tenderness for the memory of my beautiful baby boys.


But today I realise that I could extend some of that tenderness towards that mama in the hospital room trying to hold it all together. So I will mother myself today and be a gentle guide for myself as I transition into another year of motherhood.


I would invite you to do the same. Be gentle with yourself. Be gentle with your memories. You are Amazonian and fragile all in the same breath as a woman. All of that needs gentle attention and compassion.


Go well lovely ones and be gentle today and every day.

Much love,

Rachel xx


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