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Energeology | Somatic & Energy-Based Work
Helping capable women understand & release the emotional, inherited & nervous system patterns that keep them stuck
Root-cause work using EFT, Embodiment & Infinity Protocol — restoring safety, clarity & self trust

24/07/2026

My 90-year-old mum went all philosophical on me yesterday...

She spoke about ageing as though we spend our later years slowly shedding the layers of life.

I loved the image.

It made me think...

Perhaps the first half of life is about gathering.

💫 Gathering friendships.
💫 Experiences.
💫 Achievements.
💫 Beliefs.
💫 Skills.
💫 Opinions.
💫 Responsibilities.
💫 Memories.

We climb and climb, collecting pieces of ourselves as we go.

Then, somewhere along the mountain path—often without realising—we reach the summit.

Not the summit of success.

Just the summit of having.

And then something quietly changes.

Friends move away or pass away.

Children leave home.

We retire.

Our bodies change.

We let go of possessions.

The things that once defined us slowly begin to fall away.

It made me wonder...

Do we ever know when we're standing at the highest point?

The moment when our lives are at their fullest—not because we've "made it", but because we've gathered so much of what life has to offer.

Perhaps we only recognise that summit in hindsight.

The thought didn't make me sad.

Quite the opposite.

It left me feeling deeply grateful.

🙏 Grateful for every friendship.
🙏 Every lesson.
🙏 Every adventure.
🙏 Every season.

Because one day, many of those things will naturally be returned to life.

🤔 Maybe that's not something to fear.

🤔 Maybe it's simply the rhythm of being human.

🤔 Maybe the second half of life isn't about becoming more.

🤔 Maybe it's about discovering who remains when life gently asks us to carry less.

23/07/2026

I was called a Maverick yesterday...
..and I laughed out loud.

I took it as a compliment.

So today I looked up the definition.

A Maverick is someone who:
🤠 Thinks independently.
🤠 Challenges the status quo.
🤠 Refuses to blindly conform.
🤠 Finds a different way.

As I read it, I smiled.

Not because I've ever set out to be rebellious.

But because I've always been curious.

I've never been very good at accepting "that's just how it's done" as the end of the conversation.

Not because I enjoy arguing.

Not because I need to be right.

Simply because I've always wanted to understand.

I've come to realise that curiosity can sometimes be mistaken for defiance.

Questions can sound like criticism.

Independent thinking can be labelled as awkward or difficult.

But where would we be if nobody asked,
"What if there's another way?"

Every breakthrough...
Every innovation...
Every new perspective.....started with someone who was willing to think differently.

So yes...

Maybe I am a Maverick.

Not because I reject convention.

But because curiosity has always mattered more to me than conformity.

I don't challenge the status quo because I need to be right.

I challenge it because curiosity has always taught me more than certainty ever has.

I'd rather stay curious than compliant.

I'd rather ask better questions than collect easy answers.

And I'd rather help people discover what feels true for them, than tell them what should be true because everyone else thinks so.

If that's being a Maverick...

I'll wear the badge with pride.

20/07/2026

I Went Skinny Dipping...

For the first time in 36 years, I pressed the "f**k it" button.

The sea looked irresistible.

The sun was shining.

I had no towel.

More importantly... no cossie.

Normally that would have been enough to keep walking.

But then I asked myself a question I've been trying to live by lately...

"What would my future self thank me for?"

The answer came instantly.

Not for getting home five minutes earlier.

Not for staying sensible.

Not for worrying what anyone else might think.

So I wandered down the steep path to the quiet little beach where the naturists swim... took a deep breath... stripped off... and ran straight into the sea.

It was glorious.

Freeing.

Completely ridiculous.

And utterly, utterly joyful.

I couldn't stop smiling—not in the water, and not on the walk home afterwards.

Will I do it every day?

Probably not.

Then again...

Maybe.

🌊 Sometimes the best memories begin the moment you stop negotiating with yourself.

🌊 Sometimes healing doesn't happen in another course, another book or another plan.

🌊 Sometimes it happens because you trusted the tiny voice that said, "Go on..."

Today reminded me that freedom isn't always about changing your life.

Sometimes it's simply saying...

"Why not?"

09/07/2026

Belonging or Integrity?

One of the hardest lessons I've learnt is that sometimes you don't get to keep both.

There have been moments in my life where speaking up, setting a boundary, walking away from a relationship or letting go of something I'd worked incredibly hard to build has cost me approval.

Not because I wanted conflict.

Because I could no longer ignore what felt true for me.

I've discovered that every time I've abandoned my integrity to keep the peace, I've paid for it somewhere else.

Usually in my own wellbeing.

Over the years I've become less interested in being liked and more interested in being able to look myself in the mirror and know I didn't abandon myself.

That doesn't mean I always get it right.

It doesn't mean my choices are easy.

It certainly doesn't mean everyone agrees with them.

But peace has started to matter more than approval.

Perhaps that's one of the quiet gifts of getting older.

You realise that belonging begins with belonging to yourself.

Everything else grows from there.

05/07/2026

A client described feeling as though there was a collar around her throat.

Restricting her.

Holding her back.

Stopping her from saying what she really wanted to say.

As we explored it further, the image shifted.

The collar loosened.

The lead dropped away.

The "dog" ran freely across a meadow.

What I love about metaphors is that they often reveal something before we consciously understand it.

She didn't need a lesson about self-expression.

Her body had already found the story.

Too many of my clients speak about restrictions around the throat.

Can you relate to sacrificing your voice, or not speaking your truth?

04/07/2026

A couple of days back in my old hometown this week felt unexpectedly poignant.

When you've lived somewhere for over a decade and raised your young family there, you're bound to revisit old memories.

But this time felt different.

It wasn't as though I was remembering the past.

It felt as though I was walking through it.

Tending my Father and Sister's graves with my Mum.

Standing outside the first home where I arrived heavily pregnant, about to discover motherhood for the very first time.

Bumping into an old friend whose path diverged from mine years ago.

Sharing stories with Mum about childhood holidays, family gatherings and the little moments that somehow stay with us.

Then there were the quieter moments.

Driving roads I'd almost forgotten.

Turning corners that stirred feelings before thoughts.

Places that seemed to hold tiny echoes of lives once lived.

When I shared this with a friend, she said it was like walking through a spider's web.

Every delicate thread held a memory, a feeling, a glimpse of another time.

I loved that image.

Perhaps memories aren't stored in neat little boxes behind us.

Perhaps they remain woven into us, waiting for the right place, the right scent, the right season, or the right moment to gently vibrate once more.

Lately I've been exploring Grounding, Gratitude and Grace.

One unexpected gift has been becoming more aware of these quiet threads that connect us to our story.

Not to keep us living in the past.

But to help us understand how beautifully all of our experiences have shaped who we are today.

Have you ever returned somewhere and felt as though time folded in on itself for a moment?

29/06/2026

Are you bracing for the next storm?

Do you carry a permanent tension?

Bracing for impact?

Let me help you lighten the load.

And learn how to not grip the sterling wheel so tightly .

www.mariluwren.com

28/06/2026

A woman once described her shame as a heavy trench coat.

Rough.
Bulky.
Restrictive.

Something she had worn for so long she'd almost forgotten it wasn't part of her.
I think many of us do this.

We mistake protection for identity.

We become so familiar with our coping mechanisms that we forget they were ever coping mechanisms at all.

The beautiful part wasn't taking the coat off.

It was realising there was still a woman underneath it.

Waiting patiently to be remembered.

21/06/2026

A client once described herself as a rudderless boat.

Not sinking.

Not in immediate danger.

Just drifting.

At the mercy of tides, weather and circumstance.

What struck me was that so many people live this way without realising it.

Not because they lack strength.

But because life has taught them that things happen to them.

A difficult childhood.
A betrayal.
A diagnosis.
A redundancy.

Enough experiences where the current felt stronger than their ability to steer.

The interesting thing is that healing often isn't finding a better map.

It's the moment someone realises their hands are already on the rudder.
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