Integrated Spirituality

Quite simply: its being who you are. Tending to your heart and your hearth.

I took down my altar and replaced it with art.

A strange looking vase in the shape of a creature, with a hole small enough for one single rose.

The finest Japanese incense.

And a small crystal - purely for decor and for beautys sake.

Previous, it was covered in candles, ritual material, altar items I had used for manifestation.

I remember looking at it one day and thinking: this is not me.

My life path is the beauty way.

Magic, to me, is the byproduct of beauty.

You create a space thats rich with the aliveness of your favourite scents, the colour of your favourite flowers and you tend to it daily - that is what creates a field of magic, rich with feminine potency and magnetism.

As women, it is our hearth that tends to the inner fires and flames, that keep us well.

It is by continuously choosing and tending to our own hearts, and making spaces that reflect back the vibrancy of our inner worlds desires, that calls in what we desire.

Over the past 7 months I have been dating someone who is “anti-spirituality”

And whilst that chapter feels like it is coming to a close right now, I learned something beautiful from this man.

He didn’t want to speak about spirituality - he lived it, by choosing aliveness.

He hates dogma - but he is a mystic at heart, moving towards and cultivating relationship with the longings and pull of his soul.

And he annihilated me, in the best possible way.

My body still quivers, as though I am coming down off a drug.

This sounds terrible - like some kind of lust hangover, laced in attachment addiction, you may think.

And whilst it was not sustainable, I learned more from him than any other relationship I have been in. I remembered what it was to give away all of my spiritual concepts and ideologies and to trade them up for a life of lived beauty.

My house is now doused with the colours I used to once love, when I was a teenager, in the peak of my joy.

Pinks, oranges - hand towels, coasters, moroccan rugs.

I have reclaimed something that I lost, through the ruthless pursuit of a higher spirituality - one that told me to look to some kind of God that didn’t too exist in my bed linen and choice of decor.

Everything I owned went from colour, to black and greys, when I was first initiated onto my spiritual path. Whilst I was gifted a deeper connection with the dark - the mystery and the depths of my own inner worlds, I simultaneously lost a part of myself; the part that danced with colour.

And I am forever thankful to him for this.