12/03/2026
There’s lot of things I’ve really appreciated over the last 6 months and getting to experience the seasons in Central European time is one of them (especially a real winter with snow) . I still remember giving away my puffer jacket over 12 years ago as I made the claim I’d follow the sun wherever it may go. Of course I still love the energy giving sunshine however to being able to feel the gift of the seasons so distinctly, felt like support on my journey.
It was pretty wild that although the length of my therapy could have been any number of months, it ended up being exactly 6 months to the day! And in that time I really got to soak up these phases and became one with them, as my internal compass shifted gears and refined itself.
From the time of my diagnosis to this fortunate moment of remission I witnessed the end of summer - the last burst of heat, to the falling of the leaves; autumns reflective nature and letting go. The deep stillness of winter mirrored the fraying of my body, stripped down to the ground, slow, resting, recharging and introspective.
And now, in remission, the birds start to sing outside my window, colour appears in the sky and on the ground and new signs of life appear everywhere. The feeling of spring and the awakening of spirit.
I've become so aware of the importance of honouring these stages in the year with much more presence. To do so feels like somewhat of an inner revolution and a protest to the pressures of fast paced world. A way to stay grounded and connected to the fundamental cycles that do in fact restore us.
We, as, humans, with an inner landscape that needs tending to but also and particularly as women and as mothers, deeply attuned to rhythm and flow, the importance of annual retreating and real rest feels so significant.
To observe each season in our lives, no matter what the climate, is to be reminded of the larger patterns of life where growth, decay and renewal are universal; where we are fortified, to meet adversity and find a way back to ourselves.
