Wishing you all a blessed 2026.

I started off my New Year following the prompt of my heart to avoid social media and spent my time resting and preparing my new Sacred Space in preparation for things to come. I really needed the rest because the end of 2025 was like something out of Charles Dicken’s Tale of Two Cities – it was the best of times and the worst of times.

Our family is facing a grueling challenge (the details of which will remain private to honour those involved’s wishes). At the same time this traumatic time has shown us that we truly are a loving family. We deeply care for another and are there for one another despite geographical distance. This sense of family, support and belonging has been magical and ever so healing especially for my Inner Child. It has filled me with a deep and abiding sense of gratitude and awe for the Grace that has been an enduring thread throughout my almost 67 years on the planet. It is also super cool for me to realise that somehow, somewhere along the line I have learnt to be able to hold two opposing states of being simultaneously (more or less gracefully).

Yesterday I ventured back into the madness and boy, was it chaotic!

For whatever reason my feed was filled with posts on America. Not the gentlest return to the digital world as you can imagine. I felt tumbled, torn and tossed before feeling total despair especially after my beloved husband educated me on what has been going on the world of politics recently. I normally avoid politics both locally and internationally although I admit I have felt drawn in by posts about Jeffrey Epstein because of my interest in the empowerment of women. Oh, wait a minute, now I understand the algorithm. Light bulb moment!

Yesterday I learnt from first hand experience about the phenomenon called “rage bait”. When my husband calmly uttered :” rage bait” as I turned bright red and spluttered my fury about this post and that, I finally understood and the spell was broken. Not before I saw some posts that left with my mouth agape – turns out it is not just the local guys who are corrupt and dishonest and slimy – it would seem to be pretty much all politicians. The idealist in me weeps and mutters about service and “what about the people” and for a brief second I wish I was into AI cos then I could have a cartoon of a red-faced, enraged me with steam coming out of her ears to show you all…

This morning as I sat in meditation Mary Magdalene did not just hold my hands as she did the day before – she sat behind me encouraging me to lean back into her arms as if to comfort me. To hold me in a loving embrace as I awoke to world in which a six year old little child is now an orphan and the people who are meant to protect him and everyone else, turn on each other. His mother’s death becomes a political ball, an issue as dishonesty, fear, rage and grief swirl around America. I am not ashamed to admit I promptly sat down to meditate again this time specifically for America and for Renee Nicole Good’s little child and other loved ones. Simply because it was I can do to in some small way stop and transmute the negative ripples radiating out from this tragedy.

This time, as I sat in her embrace, Mary Magdalene drew her own shawl over my head and put her hand on my hand as it rested on my broken heart. She encouraged me to let the tears flow for what has become of our world.

This is where I will be in 2026 – hanging out with my Divine Self, Mary Magdalene and probably Mother Mary and Yesuah too. Safe and sound in my Sacred Space immersed in roses and the scent of Dragon’s Blood Nag Champa incense as I pray for my brothers and sisters in America and elsewhere.

I will pray as I always do for “The Highest and Best for All Concerned” and simply state “Thy Will Be Done”. I will not use words once these intents have been stated- rather simply sit in silence in the Presence of the Divine knowing that The Good has it all in hand. Everything is unfolding exactly as it is meant to.

Those of you who follow me might have noticed that I use The Good as my new name for God. I learnt this from Megan Watterson, the feminist theologian who is tirelessly working to tell the true story of Mary Magdalene and other female spiritual leaders who have been silenced, buried and maligned through the ages. Megan is the author of “Mary Magdalene Revealed” and “The Girl Who Baptised Herself” and the creator of “The Divine Feminine Oracle” I love so much.

Megan’s explanation that referring to the god within as “The Good” speaks to our inherent divine nature – this makes such beautiful sense to me. There is no doubt that there is some good in all of us.

As I return to avoiding social media and the division it incites and sows in us I marvel at this simple, poignant fact: the sister thousands mourn today bears the name Good.