There is a particular kind of grief in realising that you have spent so much of yourlife trying to feel safe in the world that you have forgotten what it feels like to besafe within yourself. When you have lived through trauma, coming home to yourself is rarely a straightforward journey. It is not always a beautiful, linear process of rediscovery, nor is it as simple as peeling back the layers to reveal the person you have always been. Sometimes, those layers were never just

Two years ago on my tiny allotment I sowed a few seeds. I did not expect it to show any signs of growth here in a rather damp North Cornwall. However, look at this. There are several plants, possibly too close together now they're at full height. Clary sage (Salvia sclarea) is a fragrant herb native to the Mediterranean region, prized for centuries for its aromatic leaves and delicate purple-blue flowers. Unlike common culinary sage, clary sage is best known for its essential

Morning came softly, as if the land itself has decided not to rush. In North Cornwall, May has awakened overnight. Yesterday’s torrential rain—wild, insistent, drumming against roof and window—has washed the world clean, and now everything seems to breathe again. The thunder replaced by morning birdsong. The air through the open window is cool and bright, edged with the scent of damp earth and salt carried faintly from the distant sea. Swallows trace swift arcs across the pal