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
naturespeaks.co.uk
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...
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 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...
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
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.
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.
“In every change, in every falling leaf, there is some pain, some beauty. And that’s the way new leaves grow.” - Amit Ray
Letting go is never only loss.
It is the soil of renewal.
What might grow in the space you make?
Letting go is never only loss.
It is the soil of renewal.
What might grow in the space you make?
September 12, 2025 at 6:01 AM
“In every change, in every falling leaf, there is some pain, some beauty. And that’s the way new leaves grow.” - Amit Ray
Letting go is never only loss.
It is the soil of renewal.
What might grow in the space you make?
Letting go is never only loss.
It is the soil of renewal.
What might grow in the space you make?
The cloud drifts across the sky and settles in the water below. Reflection is nature’s reminder that the outer and inner are never separate. What we see in the world is always mirrored in ourselves.
September 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM
The cloud drifts across the sky and settles in the water below. Reflection is nature’s reminder that the outer and inner are never separate. What we see in the world is always mirrored in ourselves.
Sometimes the simplest journeys carry the deepest lessons.
A red canoe, a quiet canal, sunlight through leaves. Nature reminds us: there is always a way through - if we trust the current, bridges appear, in landscapes and in life.
The wild remembers. So do you.
A red canoe, a quiet canal, sunlight through leaves. Nature reminds us: there is always a way through - if we trust the current, bridges appear, in landscapes and in life.
The wild remembers. So do you.
September 9, 2025 at 4:56 AM
Sometimes the simplest journeys carry the deepest lessons.
A red canoe, a quiet canal, sunlight through leaves. Nature reminds us: there is always a way through - if we trust the current, bridges appear, in landscapes and in life.
The wild remembers. So do you.
A red canoe, a quiet canal, sunlight through leaves. Nature reminds us: there is always a way through - if we trust the current, bridges appear, in landscapes and in life.
The wild remembers. So do you.
There is only the dance. The task is not to explain it away, but to join it with reverence.
September 6, 2025 at 10:35 AM
There is only the dance. The task is not to explain it away, but to join it with reverence.
The river teaches:
Flow gently
Shine where you are
Trust the path you cannot see
Today I let the light and water remind me of the quiet strength in simply being.
Flow gently
Shine where you are
Trust the path you cannot see
Today I let the light and water remind me of the quiet strength in simply being.
August 29, 2025 at 4:31 PM
The river teaches:
Flow gently
Shine where you are
Trust the path you cannot see
Today I let the light and water remind me of the quiet strength in simply being.
Flow gently
Shine where you are
Trust the path you cannot see
Today I let the light and water remind me of the quiet strength in simply being.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks,” John Muir wrote.
Today I noticed a robin, the hum of bees, the wind in the leaves - and remembered how much the world is trying to speak if we pause to listen.
The wild remembers. So do you.
Read more nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/25/r...
Today I noticed a robin, the hum of bees, the wind in the leaves - and remembered how much the world is trying to speak if we pause to listen.
The wild remembers. So do you.
Read more nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/25/r...
August 25, 2025 at 9:05 AM
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks,” John Muir wrote.
Today I noticed a robin, the hum of bees, the wind in the leaves - and remembered how much the world is trying to speak if we pause to listen.
The wild remembers. So do you.
Read more nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/25/r...
Today I noticed a robin, the hum of bees, the wind in the leaves - and remembered how much the world is trying to speak if we pause to listen.
The wild remembers. So do you.
Read more nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/25/r...
Every oak began as a small green hope.
August 24, 2025 at 3:33 PM
Every oak began as a small green hope.
Enchantment isn’t a spell - it’s a way of seeing.
A dewdrop trembling on grass. The hush between heartbeats.
When we let the wild world in, it answers: You belong.
Read more about The Quiet Art of Enchantment on Nature Speaks: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/24/t...
A dewdrop trembling on grass. The hush between heartbeats.
When we let the wild world in, it answers: You belong.
Read more about The Quiet Art of Enchantment on Nature Speaks: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/24/t...
August 24, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Enchantment isn’t a spell - it’s a way of seeing.
A dewdrop trembling on grass. The hush between heartbeats.
When we let the wild world in, it answers: You belong.
Read more about The Quiet Art of Enchantment on Nature Speaks: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/24/t...
A dewdrop trembling on grass. The hush between heartbeats.
When we let the wild world in, it answers: You belong.
Read more about The Quiet Art of Enchantment on Nature Speaks: nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/24/t...
Fridays feel like thresholds.
Not yet rest, not still work - a pause at the edge.
Nature whispers: life is lived in the in-between.
Today, notice the light, breathe the air of endings & beginnings.
Step through the doorway lightly.
tinyurl.com/Fridaythresh...
#Threshold #FridayReflections
Not yet rest, not still work - a pause at the edge.
Nature whispers: life is lived in the in-between.
Today, notice the light, breathe the air of endings & beginnings.
Step through the doorway lightly.
tinyurl.com/Fridaythresh...
#Threshold #FridayReflections
August 22, 2025 at 6:18 AM
Fridays feel like thresholds.
Not yet rest, not still work - a pause at the edge.
Nature whispers: life is lived in the in-between.
Today, notice the light, breathe the air of endings & beginnings.
Step through the doorway lightly.
tinyurl.com/Fridaythresh...
#Threshold #FridayReflections
Not yet rest, not still work - a pause at the edge.
Nature whispers: life is lived in the in-between.
Today, notice the light, breathe the air of endings & beginnings.
Step through the doorway lightly.
tinyurl.com/Fridaythresh...
#Threshold #FridayReflections
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon - how could we not be happy?
Wilde’s reminder: happiness is found not in what we own, but in what we notice.
Which of these four do you return to most often?”
#NatureSpeaks #WildWisdom
Wilde’s reminder: happiness is found not in what we own, but in what we notice.
Which of these four do you return to most often?”
#NatureSpeaks #WildWisdom
August 21, 2025 at 6:28 PM
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon - how could we not be happy?
Wilde’s reminder: happiness is found not in what we own, but in what we notice.
Which of these four do you return to most often?”
#NatureSpeaks #WildWisdom
Wilde’s reminder: happiness is found not in what we own, but in what we notice.
Which of these four do you return to most often?”
#NatureSpeaks #WildWisdom
A feather drifts down - fragile, resilient, miraculous.
Its teaching: strength and softness are not opposites, but companions.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/21/w...
#NatureSpeaks #TheLightnessOfFeathers
Its teaching: strength and softness are not opposites, but companions.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/21/w...
#NatureSpeaks #TheLightnessOfFeathers
August 21, 2025 at 12:42 PM
A feather drifts down - fragile, resilient, miraculous.
Its teaching: strength and softness are not opposites, but companions.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/21/w...
#NatureSpeaks #TheLightnessOfFeathers
Its teaching: strength and softness are not opposites, but companions.
nature-speaks.co.uk/2025/08/21/w...
#NatureSpeaks #TheLightnessOfFeathers
Found in the river today:
a bottle, held still in the current.
Feels like a metaphor for the messages we miss when we never stop moving.
What’s the last “message” you caught from the wild?
#NatureSpeaks #MindfulLiving #WildWisdom
a bottle, held still in the current.
Feels like a metaphor for the messages we miss when we never stop moving.
What’s the last “message” you caught from the wild?
#NatureSpeaks #MindfulLiving #WildWisdom
August 15, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Found in the river today:
a bottle, held still in the current.
Feels like a metaphor for the messages we miss when we never stop moving.
What’s the last “message” you caught from the wild?
#NatureSpeaks #MindfulLiving #WildWisdom
a bottle, held still in the current.
Feels like a metaphor for the messages we miss when we never stop moving.
What’s the last “message” you caught from the wild?
#NatureSpeaks #MindfulLiving #WildWisdom
Jung believed we must balance looking out at the world with looking in.
The Nature Speaks series explored how nature helps us do both - and why the quiet path is sometimes the most powerful.
Series summary here: wp.me/pcAhEi-5O
The Nature Speaks series explored how nature helps us do both - and why the quiet path is sometimes the most powerful.
Series summary here: wp.me/pcAhEi-5O
August 14, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Jung believed we must balance looking out at the world with looking in.
The Nature Speaks series explored how nature helps us do both - and why the quiet path is sometimes the most powerful.
Series summary here: wp.me/pcAhEi-5O
The Nature Speaks series explored how nature helps us do both - and why the quiet path is sometimes the most powerful.
Series summary here: wp.me/pcAhEi-5O