Practicing yogini, living in Devon, in arising gentle tenderness. Finding the sacred in the everyday. Immersion in nature: going to the river all through the year. Loving the cold waters, the stillness and the after glow. The kingfisher flies iridescent flash of blue. Once, when I was alone in the water, he sat on a branch next to me and unfurled his wings in phosphorescence as though a match had been lit. I wept with the blessing. Another time, immersed in the sacred waters where I have gone for solace for nearly seven years, I heard them speak. ‘We know you,’ they said. I felt the unity and love and the healing with deep gratitude 🙏🏿