Listening to a whisper

Here we are, another turn of the year and a new beginning in many ways. Firstly this is the very first blog post on my new website. As some of you may be aware I was initially called Strawberry Glen. That name came to me five years ago, back then I was living in North Devon. I vividly remember a cold November evening sat on the estuary listening to Curlews when I heard that name whispered on the wind. I liked it, it felt comfortable and at the time worked with what I was creating.
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One of those bittersweet gifts of time is that it changes things, it turns the colour of leaves and weathers the stones; It certainly changed me. I am one of these people that seems to pack a lot into a short space of time. Something I never realise until I look back with the realisation of... 'wow! that actually happened'. So the previous few years have come and gone in a haze of flurry and activity. During that time I found out that I had to throw caution into the wind and delve into my creative depths. I couldn't stand in a shop pretending to care about mass produced products anymore especially when I was actually daydreaming of the best way to make honeybee legs or what would happen if I dyed some wool with the ivy in my garden. I had to ignore my crippling lack of self confidence and do what made me happy.

​That decision was the beginning of finding out who I truly was. It was almost a rebirth, a renewal and I can honestly say that even though I have been doing this for a little while now I am still in that place. I am constantly learning about myself. What I can do when I really want to, how I can actually achieve what is in my mind and most importantly of all how much people love The Whispering Wild. That is hard for me to say because I always worry I am going to sound egotistical but I am blown away everyday by the kindness people show me and the time they take out of their lives to just comment with a smile or a whole paragraph, It all means the absolute world to me. I feel as if I am looking out at this rich tapestry of land that is in fact my vision, my process and the threads of support others have woven into it help it to remain unbroken in the winds.       

​There has however been one element in my life that time hasn't touched and that is my overwhelming love for nature. It is almost a physical ache in my body to be out amongst it. I love everything about it, not just the delicate new life that we see in spring but also the sacred mystery of death. How everything is in a grounded balance yet hanging on a knife edge at the same time. After spending more time outside than I ever had and more time with myself I knew that my business had changed it was deeper and well rooted, so much more than when I sat by the estuary five years ago.
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A name came to me 'The Whispering Wild' I wanted to be able to tell everyone of this moment of clarity I had sat looking at one of natures great spectacles, but I couldn't pinpoint it and that saddened me. It has taken me a long time to realise that was because that name had always been there. Somehow it had always been a part of me. It was the Whisper on the wind at the estuary that gave me what it knew I needed, a comfortable starting point. It is now the pull that drags me from my comfort zone and out into the wild.

​I can't wait to share this journey with old friends and hopefully some new ones too :)

​Much love and magic xxx

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