We all come from the earth. We all go back to the earth. And in-between, we are all gardeners.

Gardeners of the seasons around us, as well as the seasons within us. It's up to us in how we tend to our portal pocket gardens of the globe. How we turn up. How we nurture our seeds and our soils. How we nourish ourselves and tend to the land. By everyone tending to their pockets of land, soon we begin and continue to grow a world much like a patchwork blanket. A world made up of gardens all nurtured and tended to. And soon that is the world we are weaving. The world we wish to be. An anciently sown nature's tapestry, woven within us and around us. 

From the earth we rise, nurtured by Mother natures embrace. Our lives unravel like blossoms, tended in her garden. We cultivate dreams, community and stories, whilst carving the landscape of our time. Eventually, our seasons change, and we return to the soil that birthed us. The phenology wheel of the seasons continues spinning. A testament to the earth's resilience and ability to keep on blooming through all it's seasons. 

We are all entwined within ecosystems much like the mycelium beneath us and the celestial spheres above us. 

If you looked deep within the roots of your souls soil, what would be sown in the gardens you've grown? 

Where Wildlings Flow is a garden of mine that has always been within the every essence of me. Before I came to earth, my roots we're blooming towards the stars. A decade ago is when this soul calling revealed it's self to me. I had gone through a most upsetting and soul damaging experience and my inner strength knew the only way I was going to make it through this world was to heal what had been taken from me. Nurture myself like I deeply needed. Like I'd never experienced but longed for. This nurturing came to me in the form of a young girl called Flow. I was suddenly having dreams of meeting myself. Meeting Flow. I was guided by voices amongst the ancient trees and rituals I was watching unfold in front of me. It soon became clear to me that this book I was writing, this character I was creating was indeed the truest form of myself. I wasn't strong enough to take care of myself so seeing myself in the eyes of a young wildling, I was able to give all of my nourishment to her, an in turn that was an eternal way of giving that love to myself.

Sketches and scribbles in my journals soon became chapters of a book. And chapters of my books soon became my very own life. I was teaching Map making workshops aboard pirate ships in the Netherlands, hosting Storytelling events in tipis in the French mountains and joining a circus as a seamstress in other lands. I was teaching myself Cartography and Archery. I was unravelling the callings within my soul. I'd never been quite so in tune with what had been unfairly taken from me and quite so determined to continue to bloom in every essence of every achingly beautiful part of me. 

My Forest School journey started when I was studying Sustainable Event Management at The Eden Project. I was hosting a gathering for children to connect to the natural world and I was asked if I'd ever considered becoming a Forest school teacher. Until then I'd not known what that was, but once I knew, all my stars aligned and all of my unique callings became entirely clear to me. 

Seven years later, I'm still deeply immersed in teaching wildlings in the woods. Still deeply tending to others gardens. I'm living the weavings of my ancestors whispers and those intuitions I so gently, yet ever so warrios esquelly listened to. 

In nurturing wildlings, I have the honoured being a part of their seasons in bloom. Encouraging them to truly listen to their inner callings and their hearts knowings. And now, it's time to tend to my own pocket of the globe and to welcome wildlings to grow their inner gardens within these gardens I'm wholeheartedly growing. 

The unravellings of Where Wildlings Flow are going to continue to be a life's work of mine. I'd be honoured if you're wildlings would like to join me on this everlasting odyssey.