WHAT AVALON IS STILL TEACHING ME

Three weeks ago, I returned home from an 11-day pilgrimage to Avalon, and honestly, I feel like I'm just starting to land.

Before the pilgrimage began, I gave myself a few days alone in Glastonbury, UK, to arrive, ground, and simply be with the land. Glastonbury is known as the heart chakra of the Earth, with many ley lines converging, and whether you understand that literally, energetically, or symbolically, there was something about being there that felt profoundly special.

The vortex energy felt soft, earthy, loving, and so alive! I found myself leaning into the simplicity of life there. The shops, the land, the ease of walking everywhere (lots of bare feet), and this beautiful sense that the sacred was part of everyday life.

There was a real grounded connection to the earth and a pure love energy I experienced that is kind of hard to put into words, but it was felt, like earth priestess energy. 

And then the pilgrimage, oh the pilgrimage...

Eleven days on sacred lands with deeply devotional women, walking, learning, witnessing, remembering, and being in ceremony every day. It was the potent medicine I needed.

There is something that happens when we step outside the rhythm of our ordinary lives and intentionally enter sacred space together.

We begin to hear differently. We listen differently. We remember differently.

It all resonated in my bones, like a truth.

It felt less like discovering something new and more like returning to something ancient within me. A homecoming to myself, to my ancestry, and to a way of relating to the sacred that feels increasingly important to the way I desire to live and work.

I took in so much, about ritual, devotion, land, lineage, sisterhood, and myself. It's still making its way through me. 

I am really excited for what will begin weaving its way into my work.

It is also not lost on me that so much of this integration is happening during an eclipse portal, a time I experience as one of heightened reflection, endings, revelations, and change.

There is something beautifully fitting about returning from a pilgrimage centred around remembrance and then being asked not to rush into what comes next, but to allow what has shifted to truly take root.

Because perhaps that is part of remembrance too.Not simply remembering who we are, but creating enough space to live differently because of what we remember.

In deep love and devotion,

xo