stripping burdock stems, in the rain, hence my burdock leaf hat 🤭

I just finished an online meeting with the Blessings Of Liberti discourse, in the New Earth Sovereignty Academy. It is 3 am, and there's a light drizzle coming and going outside, adding to the peace-full-ness of this quiet moment alone, integrating sentience and insights.

For the second time this week, I was able to speak openly in a group of conscious, focussed people. This is a truly groundbreaking experience for me: layers of fear shift as I express simple Truths in words - with what feels like a lifetime of feeling behind them.

Both meetings, one face-to-face on our front lawn here, a women's circle, and the other across the aether with this glorious collective of inquiring minds shaking up the fabric of Reality, are stimulating an acceleration of my (and Vincent's!) energetic upwellingness.

Our homesteading journey is very dynamic already, on this wild hillside, in changing seasons, with the earth moving and our sense of what is real unravelling daily. We come back again and again to the core, the hearth, the heart of our purpose, and we feel the natural world respond to our prayers and our inquisitiveness.

The gorgeous group of women who came for our monthly Cerchio were such a perfect sisterhood, and having them come to our land was a great Gift. Walking around the property with them was so refreshing; the first time I've had the chance to show guests around and have them be as enthusiastic as we are in what is happening here!

This has been most affirming for me (and @vincentnijman , I believe!): self-sufficiency is a pillar of our vision for our sovereign homestead, but this does not mean isolation. Nor disconnection. We certainly wish to distance ourselves, most assuredly to detach from all conventions, shackles, norms, presumed contractions and contracts - , but not from all people and everything!! Many people and things we want to be more connected with/ closer to: we simply want to discern, to consciously choose what and who we are exposed to and influenced by.

honeysuckle stems: hallelujah!!!

Having been a year and a half together, we've done a lot of 'giving up' of ways of being, customs, practises, even friendships and neighbours! We've been for a period rather abstaining - in fact, I've been through a strong sifting process of wheat-from-chaff, and honing in on the actually co-creative rapports.

Even in a fairly autonomous situation like the one we're cultivating on our land, this discernment is such a vital creative tool. It would be easy to get into habits here like coffee or alcohol drinking, to hang out in the cute, busy piazza with the locals and whitter away the hours here and there, building relationships with the more fun and outspoken folks in town.

But I did that before, and know how it unfolds... Suffice to say, our resources on all levels are now invested in our vision of a new earth, and a very different way of integrated thinking-feeling-knowing-acting, which demands that we build a more ample immunity to distraction and energy-wasting!

i am feeling so very blessed to have wild honeysuckle growing across our land

Though we enjoy the freeness of our time, we strive at all times to be fully present in whatever Is. And to hang out or to be in discourse with folks who are invested in the mainstream models of commerce, contraction, controversy - it just doesn't resonate - unless they're super-interested to get out of that realm! 🤗🥳❤️‍🔥

But for anything other than chitchat with folks passing by, we are beginning to set better boundaries.... Which ultimately, lately, is greatly augmenting the health of our homesteading journey.

Because our homestead is not only an island: it is an island in the conventional world, and possibly energetically also. But in the field of consciousness that we are actively cultivating, it is a kind of autonomous raft, seeking other similar rafts, to connect permanent and stable connections with, that we may collectively land together and begin new, better systems: a True New World.

The land responds to our prayer-full presence each day, We walk around its hills and woods, sometimes hourly... And every turn brings the New. Today we did our regular route, and sat under the hazelnut thicket... We watched some wee birds, who lighted on a branch a few metres away... then I suddenly noticed behind them.... the full honeysuckle blooms! I'd been waiting and hoping that they'd be honeysuckle - a fairly generic-looking stem and leaf.

And suddenly there is a great flourishing load of them, and I feel overwhelmed with how it is to truly give up what isn't right for us, that which doesn't resonate any more - and to embrace the mystery and the New in the Now. (The lost honeysuckle that I'd nurtured from a cutting brought by my dear, now passed, stepmum Margaret from our island village in Scotland: poisoned by a spite-full neighbour, alongside other plants I'd grown in those 15 years.)