Jane Maye
@janemaye.bsky.social
I believe in a quiet kind of wisdom, the natural intelligence within us, like a forest stream, calm, steady, clear. When we return to it, we begin to heal, gently, deeply, in rhythm with life.
naturespeaks.co.uk
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A line of alders stood half-underwater today.
Untroubled. Patient. Strengthening in the very element that could undo them.
A reminder that we become quietly stronger in the seasons that submerge us.
The wild always knows.
Untroubled. Patient. Strengthening in the very element that could undo them.
A reminder that we become quietly stronger in the seasons that submerge us.
The wild always knows.
December 9, 2025 at 7:01 PM
A line of alders stood half-underwater today.
Untroubled. Patient. Strengthening in the very element that could undo them.
A reminder that we become quietly stronger in the seasons that submerge us.
The wild always knows.
Untroubled. Patient. Strengthening in the very element that could undo them.
A reminder that we become quietly stronger in the seasons that submerge us.
The wild always knows.
The sky opened on the hill this morning. My dog walked ahead as if he already knew the path. There’s a steadiness that finds you on days like this - a quiet reminder that wildness is nearer than we think.
#natureconnection #rewildingthemind
#natureconnection #rewildingthemind
December 4, 2025 at 6:57 PM
The sky opened on the hill this morning. My dog walked ahead as if he already knew the path. There’s a steadiness that finds you on days like this - a quiet reminder that wildness is nearer than we think.
#natureconnection #rewildingthemind
#natureconnection #rewildingthemind
On a quiet walk, the outer landscape softens into the inner one.
Leaves hush, the mind loosens, and intuition glows in the solar plexus like an ember.
You realise you’re not just walking - you’re listening. Some paths guide us back to ourselves.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/12/01/t...
Leaves hush, the mind loosens, and intuition glows in the solar plexus like an ember.
You realise you’re not just walking - you’re listening. Some paths guide us back to ourselves.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/12/01/t...
December 2, 2025 at 9:22 AM
On a quiet walk, the outer landscape softens into the inner one.
Leaves hush, the mind loosens, and intuition glows in the solar plexus like an ember.
You realise you’re not just walking - you’re listening. Some paths guide us back to ourselves.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/12/01/t...
Leaves hush, the mind loosens, and intuition glows in the solar plexus like an ember.
You realise you’re not just walking - you’re listening. Some paths guide us back to ourselves.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/12/01/t...
Frost in the garden this morning:
hydrangeas turned to lace, leaves edged in white, berries glowing like embers.
Winter reveals the patterns summer hides - quiet fractals, a reminder to slow down
and let the world come forward in its own time.
hydrangeas turned to lace, leaves edged in white, berries glowing like embers.
Winter reveals the patterns summer hides - quiet fractals, a reminder to slow down
and let the world come forward in its own time.
November 28, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Frost in the garden this morning:
hydrangeas turned to lace, leaves edged in white, berries glowing like embers.
Winter reveals the patterns summer hides - quiet fractals, a reminder to slow down
and let the world come forward in its own time.
hydrangeas turned to lace, leaves edged in white, berries glowing like embers.
Winter reveals the patterns summer hides - quiet fractals, a reminder to slow down
and let the world come forward in its own time.
What if your heartbeat follows the same geometry as a river current, and your breath mirrors the rhythm of rain?
My new Nature Speaks essay, Returning to the Pattern, reflects on meaning, connection, and the quiet intelligence of the natural world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/11/r...
My new Nature Speaks essay, Returning to the Pattern, reflects on meaning, connection, and the quiet intelligence of the natural world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/11/r...
November 11, 2025 at 11:31 AM
What if your heartbeat follows the same geometry as a river current, and your breath mirrors the rhythm of rain?
My new Nature Speaks essay, Returning to the Pattern, reflects on meaning, connection, and the quiet intelligence of the natural world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/11/r...
My new Nature Speaks essay, Returning to the Pattern, reflects on meaning, connection, and the quiet intelligence of the natural world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/11/r...
Perhaps healing begins not in the mind, but at the fingertips.
When we touch soil, something in us rearranges - electrically, biologically, quietly.
“Bare Hands” - a reflection on Kathy Willis, earthing, and the deep conversation between skin and soil.
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When we touch soil, something in us rearranges - electrically, biologically, quietly.
“Bare Hands” - a reflection on Kathy Willis, earthing, and the deep conversation between skin and soil.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/02/b...
Bare Hands
On the quiet intelligence of soil and the body’s need to touch what is real There is something quietly radical in the way Kathy Willis advises us to garden without gloves. We are used to thinking o…
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November 2, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Perhaps healing begins not in the mind, but at the fingertips.
When we touch soil, something in us rearranges - electrically, biologically, quietly.
“Bare Hands” - a reflection on Kathy Willis, earthing, and the deep conversation between skin and soil.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/02/b...
When we touch soil, something in us rearranges - electrically, biologically, quietly.
“Bare Hands” - a reflection on Kathy Willis, earthing, and the deep conversation between skin and soil.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/11/02/b...
The wild doesn’t use words. It still says everything we’ve forgotten how to hear.
October 28, 2025 at 4:41 PM
The wild doesn’t use words. It still says everything we’ve forgotten how to hear.
A spider’s web is more than silk - it’s memory made visible, a living pattern that nature repeats in us too. nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/18/t...
October 18, 2025 at 7:20 AM
A spider’s web is more than silk - it’s memory made visible, a living pattern that nature repeats in us too. nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/18/t...
A lovely autumn reminder from @nationaltrust.org.uk and Hamza Yassin: this season isn’t just about fading light - it’s a time for deep noticing. The rustle of leaves, redwings arriving, fungi breaking through damp soil… as Hamza says, “If you just take a minute, you’ll be amazed at what you find.”
October 18, 2025 at 6:44 AM
A lovely autumn reminder from @nationaltrust.org.uk and Hamza Yassin: this season isn’t just about fading light - it’s a time for deep noticing. The rustle of leaves, redwings arriving, fungi breaking through damp soil… as Hamza says, “If you just take a minute, you’ll be amazed at what you find.”
A plinth stands alone in the woods at @nationaltrust.org.uk’s Chirk Castle.
Its inscription: “The statue of Hercules stood here 1770–1984.”
But Hercules is gone. Mars vanished too.
Even absence speaks - if we listen.
Read the full reflection: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/14/t...
Its inscription: “The statue of Hercules stood here 1770–1984.”
But Hercules is gone. Mars vanished too.
Even absence speaks - if we listen.
Read the full reflection: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/14/t...
October 16, 2025 at 6:50 AM
A plinth stands alone in the woods at @nationaltrust.org.uk’s Chirk Castle.
Its inscription: “The statue of Hercules stood here 1770–1984.”
But Hercules is gone. Mars vanished too.
Even absence speaks - if we listen.
Read the full reflection: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/14/t...
Its inscription: “The statue of Hercules stood here 1770–1984.”
But Hercules is gone. Mars vanished too.
Even absence speaks - if we listen.
Read the full reflection: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/14/t...
We speak of “going with the flow” as if it’s passive. But rivers shape valleys, carve stone, find their way even through darkness. So do we.
Read my latest piece - The Human River:
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Read my latest piece - The Human River:
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/12/t...
The Human River
Where attention becomes art “Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.” – Paul Klee When we look long enough, the world begins to look back. A leaf, a wave, the line of a shoulder…
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October 12, 2025 at 9:58 AM
We speak of “going with the flow” as if it’s passive. But rivers shape valleys, carve stone, find their way even through darkness. So do we.
Read my latest piece - The Human River:
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/12/t...
Read my latest piece - The Human River:
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/12/t...
Maybe the new revolution isn’t technological. Maybe it’s tribal - in the oldest, gentlest sense. People gathering again. Remembering how to belong.
October 9, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Maybe the new revolution isn’t technological. Maybe it’s tribal - in the oldest, gentlest sense. People gathering again. Remembering how to belong.
The wind kept turning the pages as I tried to draw - a robin in the birches, the trees in motion. Stillness, I realised, isn’t about holding still - it’s about allowing movement. Sometimes the wind writes with us.
→ The Robin and the Wind on Nature Speaks.
#NatureWriting #ArtJournal #WildPlaces
→ The Robin and the Wind on Nature Speaks.
#NatureWriting #ArtJournal #WildPlaces
October 8, 2025 at 2:40 PM
The wind kept turning the pages as I tried to draw - a robin in the birches, the trees in motion. Stillness, I realised, isn’t about holding still - it’s about allowing movement. Sometimes the wind writes with us.
→ The Robin and the Wind on Nature Speaks.
#NatureWriting #ArtJournal #WildPlaces
→ The Robin and the Wind on Nature Speaks.
#NatureWriting #ArtJournal #WildPlaces
Between stone and moss,
life writes its quiet stories.
What we call a boundary
is often a beginning.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/02/t...
life writes its quiet stories.
What we call a boundary
is often a beginning.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/02/t...
The Wall That Breathes
At first glance, it is only a wall. Stones stacked one upon another, a line of separation between fields. But lean closer, and you see it is alive. The moss spills in soft tongues over the edges of…
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October 2, 2025 at 5:59 AM
Between stone and moss,
life writes its quiet stories.
What we call a boundary
is often a beginning.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/02/t...
life writes its quiet stories.
What we call a boundary
is often a beginning.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/10/02/t...
Every illness is more than the body. Every healing is more than medicine.
Tolstoy once wrote that no disease is ever the same, because no life is ever the same. What if healing is as much about presence and belonging as it is about treatment?
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/30/t...
Tolstoy once wrote that no disease is ever the same, because no life is ever the same. What if healing is as much about presence and belonging as it is about treatment?
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/30/t...
The Transparency of the Flesh
“No disease suffered by a live man can be known, for every living person has his own peculiarities…” wrote Tolstoy. Perhaps he meant that every illness is more than the body alone. Behind each symp…
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September 30, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Every illness is more than the body. Every healing is more than medicine.
Tolstoy once wrote that no disease is ever the same, because no life is ever the same. What if healing is as much about presence and belonging as it is about treatment?
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/30/t...
Tolstoy once wrote that no disease is ever the same, because no life is ever the same. What if healing is as much about presence and belonging as it is about treatment?
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/30/t...
Some books change us quietly. The Living Mountain does it by teaching us how to notice: moss, light, water, silence.
It is not simply a book to read. It is a book to walk with.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/28/t...
It is not simply a book to read. It is a book to walk with.
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The Living Mountain – A Book That Breathes the Hills
I remember the first time I opened The Living Mountain. Within a few lines, I felt something shift – like stepping off a familiar path into a clearing I had never noticed before. Nan Shepherd…
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September 28, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Some books change us quietly. The Living Mountain does it by teaching us how to notice: moss, light, water, silence.
It is not simply a book to read. It is a book to walk with.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/28/t...
It is not simply a book to read. It is a book to walk with.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/28/t...
Look up.
The sky reminds you how vast it all is - and how you belong in it.
The sky reminds you how vast it all is - and how you belong in it.
September 26, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Look up.
The sky reminds you how vast it all is - and how you belong in it.
The sky reminds you how vast it all is - and how you belong in it.
A bench we never sit on. A practice of doing nothing. Sometimes stillness is the most human thing we can offer the world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/24/t...
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/24/t...
The Bench I Never Sit On
On my morning walk there is a bench by the path. It looks out over a quiet stretch of trees, where the light shifts hour by hour and the seasons make their slow transformations. I pass this bench e…
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September 24, 2025 at 12:20 PM
A bench we never sit on. A practice of doing nothing. Sometimes stillness is the most human thing we can offer the world.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/24/t...
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/24/t...
The Greeks called it the daimon of creativity.
Jung saw it as the archetype of imagination.
McGilchrist describes it as the right hemisphere’s openness.
Desmet warns of the cost of forgetting it.
My reflection here: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/23/t...
Jung saw it as the archetype of imagination.
McGilchrist describes it as the right hemisphere’s openness.
Desmet warns of the cost of forgetting it.
My reflection here: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/23/t...
The Daimon of Creativity: A Jungian Path to Our Wild Imagination
There is, within each of us, a quiet spirit that leans close, like a companion who has always been there, waiting. The ancient Greeks called it the daimon – a guiding force, neither wholly us…
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September 23, 2025 at 4:27 PM
The Greeks called it the daimon of creativity.
Jung saw it as the archetype of imagination.
McGilchrist describes it as the right hemisphere’s openness.
Desmet warns of the cost of forgetting it.
My reflection here: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/23/t...
Jung saw it as the archetype of imagination.
McGilchrist describes it as the right hemisphere’s openness.
Desmet warns of the cost of forgetting it.
My reflection here: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/23/t...
The heron does not hurry. It waits. Stillness itself becomes a lesson: rest is not laziness but wisdom.
September 21, 2025 at 5:57 PM
The heron does not hurry. It waits. Stillness itself becomes a lesson: rest is not laziness but wisdom.
Solitude is not absence.
It is the hush of a path through trees,
the company of your own steps,
and the dog trotting beside you.
You were never alone.
It is the hush of a path through trees,
the company of your own steps,
and the dog trotting beside you.
You were never alone.
September 21, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Solitude is not absence.
It is the hush of a path through trees,
the company of your own steps,
and the dog trotting beside you.
You were never alone.
It is the hush of a path through trees,
the company of your own steps,
and the dog trotting beside you.
You were never alone.
Moss has no hurry.
Stone has no defence.
Time wins gently.
What we build is always temporary - but in the end, it belongs back to the wild.
Stone has no defence.
Time wins gently.
What we build is always temporary - but in the end, it belongs back to the wild.
September 19, 2025 at 8:23 AM
Moss has no hurry.
Stone has no defence.
Time wins gently.
What we build is always temporary - but in the end, it belongs back to the wild.
Stone has no defence.
Time wins gently.
What we build is always temporary - but in the end, it belongs back to the wild.
Sometimes wonder begins when the barrier of “me” dissolves, and the world sees itself through you.
On Having No Head: A Way of Seeing with the World nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/19/o...
On Having No Head: A Way of Seeing with the World nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/19/o...
On Having No Head: A Way of Seeing with the World
Douglas Harding’s little book On Having No Head begins with a confession. Walking alone in the Himalayas, he realised, quite suddenly, that above his shoulders there was nothing. His body remained …
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September 19, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Sometimes wonder begins when the barrier of “me” dissolves, and the world sees itself through you.
On Having No Head: A Way of Seeing with the World nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/19/o...
On Having No Head: A Way of Seeing with the World nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/19/o...
The sublime is not reserved for mountaintops.
It arrives in a kitchen, in a garden, in the smallest overlooked moment - the peel of an apple, the song of a blackbird.
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It arrives in a kitchen, in a garden, in the smallest overlooked moment - the peel of an apple, the song of a blackbird.
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Imagination and the Sublime
The sublime is not in the mountain, nor in the storm, but in the tremor of the heart that recognises its own vastness reflected there. A lone figure stands at the crest of a mountain. He gazes acro…
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September 18, 2025 at 1:36 PM
The sublime is not reserved for mountaintops.
It arrives in a kitchen, in a garden, in the smallest overlooked moment - the peel of an apple, the song of a blackbird.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/18/i...
It arrives in a kitchen, in a garden, in the smallest overlooked moment - the peel of an apple, the song of a blackbird.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/18/i...
Michael A. Singer teaches: life is a river, not a wall.
The more we resist, the heavier it feels. The more we let go, the more we flow.
A reflection on surrender and the wild world: Letting the River Carry Us: Michael A. Singer and the Surrendered Life nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/15/l...
The more we resist, the heavier it feels. The more we let go, the more we flow.
A reflection on surrender and the wild world: Letting the River Carry Us: Michael A. Singer and the Surrendered Life nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/15/l...
Letting the River Carry Us: Michael A. Singer and the Surrendered Life
There is a quiet invitation in the work of Michael A. Singer. In The Untethered Soul and The Surrender Experiment, he reminds us that much of our suffering comes not from the world itself, but from…
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September 15, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Michael A. Singer teaches: life is a river, not a wall.
The more we resist, the heavier it feels. The more we let go, the more we flow.
A reflection on surrender and the wild world: Letting the River Carry Us: Michael A. Singer and the Surrendered Life nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/15/l...
The more we resist, the heavier it feels. The more we let go, the more we flow.
A reflection on surrender and the wild world: Letting the River Carry Us: Michael A. Singer and the Surrendered Life nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/09/15/l...