Reflections on Love Supreme & spirituality

Last weekend I was at Love Supreme Festival in Sussex, and it absolutely filled my cup. Being outside, surrounded by music, dancing barefoot in a field... I came home feeling completely restored.

It also gave me a little realisation.

For a while I've wondered whether I was "doing spirituality wrong." So much of what we see is quiet meditation, incense, plant medicines, and retreats. And whilst I absolutely value those things, I've realised that spirituality doesn't have to look the same for everyone.

For me, it's music. It's dancing. It's standing in a crowd as the sun goes down, completely present in the moment.

Those experiences bring me back to myself just as much as sitting on a meditation cushion. Perhaps even more so. They remind me to play, to feel, to connect, and to simply be.

And that realisation has quietly been changing the way I teach this year, too.

I've been incredibly fortunate to learn from some wonderful yoga and breathwork teachers, and naturally, in the beginning I taught in the styles I'd been shown.

But this year I've found myself trusting my own voice more.

Allowing more of me into the room.

More authenticity.

More curiosity.

Less worrying about what a yoga or breathwork facilitator "should" look or sound like. Less perfection or performance, and more authenticity, which can sometimes be messy and sometimes it can be beautiful but at least it’s naturally, fully me.