Claire Stackhouse

I look after children and love introducing them to mindfulness and yoga. I'm fascinated by the mind/body connection and always start the day with a grateful heart. Nature inspires and elates me throughout all the seasons. But with every leaf that falls, I fall a little more in love with autumn each year.

Diary 2023

Bare feet pressed against the greenery beneath us
Soaking up the frequency of the earth
Bare souls
We breathe, allowing our roots to unfold
As we create space so sacred
And hold one another in the infinite space in our hearts
Harmony decorates the air
Laughter sparks
Like the embers that rise from the communal fire
Music echoes in the ears of the owl
As together we howl to the stars and moon
Through the night air
Mother nature breathes a sigh of relief
At the sight of strangers bumping shoulders and exchanging smiles
Stepping out of the rat race
And disappearing into the wild.

Diary 2022

I sit here now between seasons,
summer whispers ‘’goodbye’’ through the breeze
the warmth of her sunlight now embedded in my heart
transitions can be hard, but it’s time for a new season to start
but I got used to bare feet on the ground
and to the stream of light that my eyes woke and found
tears pour from me
as I sit in the last spot of light
and mourn the warm days that I’m losing
but the world doesn’t stop turning
mother nature won’t wait until we give her permission to move on
it’s the ability to adapt that I’m still learning
and through my tears I did not see
that summer had let go of me
with a final kiss of warmth she passes me over
into the nurturing hands of autumn
and as I melt into her familiar embrace
I remember just how sweet change can taste.