Get on and Shine with Holly Honeychurch
A funky, uplifting, delicate duet from Lisa Hannigan and Loah here. And this is Lisa ten years earlier singing a happy number with her buddies. So full of joy. Love it.
My one and only house plant. Looking forward to much abundance with this mini money tree around. Welcome wee green elemental sprite! 🌳
My Meditation Lights podcast is officially launched woohoo! Here’s the intro. Join me for some refreshing, stress relieving mini meditations accompanied by beautiful harp music.
Yay! Finally a lovely new harp release from my sweet countryside cottage. Featuring a 5am dawn chorus (in Scottish 🤣), this lovely, ethereal harp journey is enthralling and magical. This is Valley at Dawn. Enjoy!
Picture taken from my amazing balcony.
City living meant a certain level of disconnect from nature, except for my adorable pigeon friend Stumpy of course who regularly visited my window ledge. There were no insects in the city flat, something I was used to from countryside living. I’d get excited to see a tiny, spindly spider here and there. Other than that, all was quiet.
Things are different now. I encounter at least three active spiders a day, of varying sizes, seeking out homes in the lounge ready for fly catching season. I say good morning to the odd woodlouse nestling in the dish cloth 😳 and Simon helped rehouse a whole family of them from under a door frame on the very first day. There are tiny shiny beetles appearing by magic on the floors of the house. I never see them moving and I’m not sure what they’re trying to achieve as they play dead, but their petroleum colours are a delight to behold as they’re gently swept up and deposited outside again. There’s a range of flying insects and moths to rescue too. I’m sure I’ll experience even more exciting creepy crawlies as time goes on.
Before moving in, before even knowing this would be the place to make a new home, I walked around the area and money spiders started landing on me. Tiny sweet spiders - the only spiders allowed to land on me without me freaking out and running around with frantically splaying limbs. I’d forgotten they even existed until that moment and was so happy to see them again taking it as a good luck sign I was on the right path to a beautifully abundant future.
I let go of my garden tools before I went travelling so buying a few small things like a trowel, a bucket (a truly great bucket) and a bag of compost finally feels like my green fingers have returned. Working with earth and plants is one of my favourite things.
Found myself listening to this awesome Motown track tonight. Everything about it is cool. And I love the suits.
When you hear a wren go off on a massive melodic tangent singing so loud and fast that the whole tree of jackdaws joins in and there’s suddenly a symphony of birds before you.
That moment when you haven’t had a fridge or washing machine for 2 weeks and they’re now 5 minutes from being delivered 🤸🏼♂️💃🏾✨
First play in the open air for a very long time. Couldnae see a thing but enjoyed a great session somehow. 😍 The harp sounds lush out here. Expansive and bright. Singing out over the valley. 🌞 🎶
These sacred friends have traveled with me over the years. They now come to rest at a magical place in Scotland. They say I have chosen wisely. I’m sure they’ll get up to mischief (riding on spiders backs for instance) as well as watch over our home with kindness and love.
Been dipping into this Bryan Kearney trance set. There are some real old skool crackers. He appreciates the classic tunes. I just caught this little gem by Jam & Spoon a moment ago. I sure do remember being 19 and dancing to this late into the night. Cheesy, uplifting fun.
Good morning from chatty jackdaw heaven. You can just hear the tumultuous Clyde river in the background.
Tree time. Soon they’ll be green with leaves but for now I’m enjoying their silhouettes. It’s where the jackdaws roost. I can hear their cheeky chatter from the kitchen. ☺️
Goodbye Glasgow home. You were an interesting experience but I’m grateful not to feel caged anymore. Thanks for the memories, they were a mixed bag of emotions some of which I’d rather not feel again! Now onto pastures new, via a lovely train ride before the unpacking commences.
As well as knowing the warmer weather is coming here in Glasgow, it’s also the moment to remember the seagulls are coming too. I’m starting to hear them again. Eventually there’ll be hundreds of them, nesting on the tenement chimneys above - their cliffs of the city. They sing and laugh all through the night. Banging pots and pans out the windows doesn’t stop them (3rd floor neighbours tried that one at 2am once : )) I adore their noisy charm, but I’m also glad to be escaping to the countrysdie tomorrow. Obviously, there awaits roaming badger gangs, rampant rabbits, and screaming foxes and (excitedly) who knows what else (!). I’m looking forward to it all.