A Season of Growth

Today is Lammas, a celebration of the first harvest. A chance to stop for a moment and look back at the seeds we've planted and what has grown from them.

I've been thinking about what I'm grateful for, and the answer is easy.

I'm grateful for all the opportunities I've been given over the last six months.

When I look back, it's incredible how much has happened. I've been invited to be part of special events, met so many wonderful people, and had the chance to share my words in places I never imagined I would.

One of the biggest moments has to be performing Daisy Green Found Her Voice at the Midlands Fringe. Fifty minutes of sharing my memoir, woven together with poetry and spoken word. My story. My voice. Standing in front of a room full of strangers and trusting them with parts of me I once kept hidden.

It feels like I planted a seed, and over the last six months I've watched it slowly begin to grow.

More than anything though, I've noticed a change in myself.

I feel stronger.

More confident.

More comfortable with who I am.

I'm questioning myself less. I'm spending less time wondering what my purpose is and more time simply getting on with it.

I couldn't have done any of this on my own.

I'm grateful for my family, who have supported me in so many different ways. For my close witchy friends, who have held space for me, believed in me, and reminded me to trust myself when I've forgotten. And for my poetry family, who have laughed with me, cried with me, encouraged me, and shown me that words really can bring people together.

For so long I searched for where I fitted. Now, it feels like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. Not because I've reached the end of anything, but because I've finally started trusting the path I'm on.

There is still so much I want to do. So many ideas waiting to be explored, so many people I hope to connect with through creativity. But today isn't about looking ahead.

Today is about gratitude.

Gratitude for every person who has walked alongside me, believed in me, listened to my words, or trusted me with theirs.

This feels like the beginning of something.

And for the first time in a very long time, I'm not asking where this journey is leading.

I'm simply grateful that I had the courage to plant the seed.