A Craving for What’s Real
We all crave the real. In a world that feels increasingly artificial, there’s a quiet ache in many of us- an ache for something true.
We’re tired of fake.
Fake food that fills but doesn’t nourish.
Fake news that distorts what’s happening around us.
Fake images of intimacy that leave us more disconnected than before.
And now, with AI, the fake is evolving—videos and voices can mimic reality so well that it becomes harder and harder to tell what’s real from what’s manufactured.
So how do we stay connected to our inner compass? How do we keep sensing what is true?
Because somewhere inside… we still know.
There’s a part of us—quiet, wise, deeply alive—that recognises the real the moment we feel it.
It may not always be glossy or perfect. But it lands, it moves us.
Just like how a real painting, made by human hands, carries something—a pulse, a soul—that no algorithm can replicate.
That’s why I return to nature.
Because nothing is more real than the earth beneath my feet.
I touch the soil, I smell the roses in bloom. I eat fruit still warm from the sun, pulled straight from the branch. I plant seeds with my hands and watch them grow, pulling weeds when they arrive.
I feel the sun on my skin and the rain on my face, the wind curling around my ankles.
And something in me exhales, something remembers.
No screen, no perfect photo, no clever caption can replace the quiet presence I find in nature.
And this presence, this realness, is what I carry into my work. Into the way I touch., into the way I breathe...into the way I hold space.
Realness is not always polished, but it is always felt. Is the warmth of skin, the honesty of a deep breath. Is the truth of a moment fully lived.
So if you’ve been feeling a little disconnected, a little overwhelmed by the noise and gloss of it all, maybe this is your reminder to come back to what’s real. To slow down, to breathe and to feel.
Touch the earth, taste the fruit, hold someone with care.
Let your body remember what it already knows.
Love,
Rosie x