“I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o’er vales & hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering & dancing in the breeze.”
Willam Wordsworth
My journey through England felt like a homecoming for my ancestors. I connected with the land, the people, understanding a part of my own ancestry.
I believe in this lifetime I am here to do generational healing, ancestral healing. This journey has been one of the most impactful, and I love sharing the beauty I see and perhaps beauty my own ancestors witnessed too.
St. James Park blooming tulips
London
A traditional English Tea Room
The Bridges Tea Room Bradford-on-Avon
Tea Room
