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About Us

A Quiet Revolution into Human Wholeness


Loaves & Fishes

This is not the age of information.

This is not the age of information.

Forget the news,and the radio,

and the blurred screen.

This is the time of loaves and fishes.

People are hungry

and one good word is bread

for a thousand.


by David Whyte

A place where a few good words are bread

for a thousand...

A Journey to soul

is a journey into wholeness.

It is not new age,

It is not accomplished

in a weekend workshop

and not something

someone else can do for you...

The word wholeness is an invite to become an integrated human being. To understand this we need to know about projection. All that we have not integrated or accepted in our ourselves we project unconsciously like an arrow on to other. It is a high art to take responsibility for this work.


At the centre we are resourcing people to develop the skills and awareness to reclaim all that has been sent away, to love all that has not been loved. This is one of the defining characteristics of a true adult. It refers to the moral courage to own ones shadow.


A lot of human beings do not want to grow up, they prefer to remain in the unconscious reactivity of the child/adolescent. Instead of blaming others, the partner, the system, what happened to me as a child…. we take responsibility and begin the inner work. Moving away from a culture that encourages individualisation and stepping into  the path of awareness and discernment, something we call individuation. This is a path of healing. 


The good news


The energy locked up in these shadows is fuel for pure creativity and fulfilment. This is empowerment for the integrated ego structure. 


And that is the good news about suffering, it brings us an encounter with soul. We can become more aware and choose to work with the material. This is our chance to become fully human, the skills we need are discernment, an willingness to learn to see in the dark.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see, 

I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;   

I hear my echo in the echoing wood— 

A lord of nature weeping to a tree. 

I live between the heron and the wren,   

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. 


What’s madness but nobility of soul 

At odds with circumstance?


The day’s on fire!   

I know the purity of pure despair, 

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.   

That place among the rocks—is it a cave,   

Or winding path? The edge is what I have. 

Theodore Roethke

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