Wholeness did not grandly arrive at my doorstep. It came slowly, gently, like threads being woven together over time. Much like the nettle fibres I spin, it has been a process of gathering strands from many experiences, challenges, and the quiet wisdom of nature.
To feel whole is to belong. To belong to myself, to my family, and to the living world around me. It is to recognise that my body, mind, and spirit are not divided but flow together as one.
There was a time when I thought wholeness meant doing more, achieving more, or proving myself. But now I know it is much simpler. It is in walking the coastal path and noticing how the gulls cry above me. It is brushing against nettles and remembering they are not enemies but teachers. It is recognising that I am not separate from nature but a part of it.
I live in awe of the simplest experiences that please me. The scent of a rose. The gift of a tiny (rabbit) bone carefully wrapped in toilet paper by my young grandson. The warmth of the sun on my skin. Picking a seasonal blackberry and tasting its sweetness, knowing its rich juice carries antioxidants waiting to heal me. Hearing birdsong and noticing how it seems to sing just for me. I feel the air brushing past my body, fresh and alive. Seeing the light so crystal clear that it reveals beauty in the smallest things. These are not small experiences; they are the reminders that I am whole.
The nettle has been my greatest teacher. Often dismissed as a nuisance, it has shown me that even the sting can be healing and that resilience can grow from the most overlooked corners of the earth. Through nettles, I have found purpose and strength. Through gratitude journaling and daily intentions, I nurture my heart to grow with love for life. These simple rituals keep me rooted and remind me of the abundance already present in my days.
Wholeness is also found in connection. My children and grandchildren are threads of love that bind me through time. My weaving connects me with the women before me who spun, stitched, and mended as part of daily living. My workshops connect me with others who come seeking calm, curiosity, or healing. Every connection deepens my sense of completeness.
I share these lessons through Nettle Revolution. It is not only my work, it is my mirror. The nettle has given me strong roots, flexible stems, and soft leaves. It has shown me that healing, resilience, and nourishment are not things we need to strive to earn. They are already within us, waiting for us to notice.
Wholeness is not something to search for far away. It is not hidden in a perfect job, an ideal relationship, or a perfect version of yourself. It is already alive within you. To find it, you do not need to chase; you only need to notice. Start small. Step outside and breathe. Keep a gratitude journal, even if you write just one word. Whisper kind words of encouragement to yourself in the mirror. Taste, feel, listen, see. The world is always inviting you back to your wholeness.
I was broken, but now I feel whole. Whole in the way I walk gently with nature. Whole in the love that threads through my family. Whole in the way I listen inward with compassion. Whole in my daily gratitude. Whole in the resilience and healing of the humble nettle.
And so, I say to you: wholeness is not out there. It is not waiting for you to find it. It is within you, quietly, patiently, already whole.
Take a moment today to notice something simple in nature. A flower, a leaf, a bird’s song, the way the breeze moves through your hair. Pause and breathe it in. Whisper softly to yourself:
I am not separate. I belong. I am whole.
Carry that truth gently with you, and you will begin to feel it grow.