Hawthorn Soul

05/09/2026

Treasures on the first Saturday of September💚✨💜

04/09/2026

Letting our minds wander as we wandered through woods and wondered about life, family and friendship💚

03/09/2026

Further to this morning’s post…
Found some chrysanthemums and thought I would place a photo of our mother as a little girl next to the photo of her young mother for the evening. Perhaps they’re enjoying a lovely celestial evening together💜✨💜

03/09/2026

Remembering our loved ones,
speaking their names,
means they are still living with us.
We carry them in our hearts, on our breath,
inscribed in our bones.

02/09/2026

Continuing our exploration of the obstacles to yoga as detailed in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali with the fifth, Aalaysa. Translated as laziness, sloth, indolence it doesn’t seem that appealing! But we’re going to acknowledge burnout, fatigue, and overwhelm and draw on some wonderful hand gestures, breathwork, and movement to restore our vitality. As ever we will close with relaxation and visualisation with the help of Wendell Berry and Pema Chödrön!

02/09/2026

We carry our loved ones in pockets in our hearts -

Those still living
are kisses,
hugs,
moments of joy
often so light we might forget
they are there
(though they fuel our days
and bring comfort at night,
remind us to dance, encourage us to work)
because they still run wild and free
on their own vibrant life journeys.

Those who have died are pebbles,
pools of tears,
caves of sorrow
often so heavy we might feel
we can no longer be wild and free
yet perhaps we can
paint those pebbles
with stories of them,
or swim in the water
so salty we float easily,
never drown,
or we could
sing loudly in the caves
and hear echoes of their love
bouncing back.

©️Leti Hawthorn, 2nd September 2026

01/09/2026

Sheep on a hillside don't check what flock the others belong to. They simply graze together, sharing the same ground, the same weather, the same quiet.

Interfaith ministry works a little like this. It isn't about blending every tradition into one, or asking anyone to set theirs aside. It's about being on shared ground: the same questions, the same longing for meaning, the same need to be met with care, while still belonging fully to your own path.

Community, at its best, doesn't ask us to be the same. It asks us to be present, together.

📸: Andi Kulse, Unsplash

31/08/2026

This was sent to me in a message by a dear poetry friend after seeing my photo with my granddaughter. Thank you Jeanette Radu💜✨🫶🏽

"Mother’s Shelter"

Within her arms, the world grows quiet,
storms dissolve into gentle rain.
Her heartbeat is the first drum,
a song of love without end.

She stands between shadow and child,
a guardian woven of earth and sky.
The moon crowns her with silver light,
the stars bow to her devotion.

Every breath she gives is a promise,
every embrace a sacred shield.
For in her love, the child learns
no night is too dark,
no world too wide.

She is home,
and home is forever.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

30/08/2026

There is nothing like it…