Field Notes

So many of my clients find themselves stuck. Paralysed not by a lack of desire but by the opinions and judgments of others.

This isn’t surprising when we remember how we evolved.

In the village, gossip could get you hauled before your community to explain yourself.

Step too far outside the group’s expectations and you risked exile, which in times gone by meant danger. Vulnerability. Potentially, your survival at stake.

That fear still echoes within us.

Even now, we worry about being too much, too loud, too ambitious.

In a world that can seem obsessed with the next big thing -

with being bolder, braver, and more courageous -

we can spend much of our time trying to summon the strength for our next big leap.

But then… what?

You leap.

You burn bright.

Of all the hundreds and hundreds of pages I've read for Uni, one phrase has stuck with me:

It was written in relation to accusations of witchcraft.

A neighbour, trying to make sense of the world - failing crops, a sick child, poor health, even the weather - could cast blame and call it magick.

“I saw her look at me funny,” they’d say.

“She muttered something as she passed.”

I'm terrible at not knowing.

The liminal, the unclear, the wait-and-see... it leaves me with a deep longing for clarity.

Maybe that's why I love divination so much.

Not because it has the answers...

But because it helps me to ask better questions.

Questions that open space, instead of closing it.