Meet Ferne
My Story
Hi, I'm Ferne.
I’m a mother of three, home educator, lover of nature, meaningful conversations, cups of tea (& biscuits!), and creating spaces where women can simply be themselves, but that wasn’t always something that came naturally to me. For much of my life, I was trying to fit in. I learnt pretty young how to read a room, how to adapt myself to the people around me, how to be “good”. How to become whatever version of me felt most acceptable in that moment. The funny thing is, there was always another part of me too. The creative one. The rebellious one. The one who wanted to experiment and do things differently.
I started hairdressing at 14 in my boyfriend’s mum’s salon and absolutely loved it. Hair became one of the first places I could really express myself. I played with how I looked. I changed my hair. I had it pink before pink hair was everywhere. I loved creativity and individuality and doing things a little differently! Then, I went to work for a big, upmarket salon chain. Suddenly there was an image to fit. I remember being encouraged to wear more makeup and becoming increasingly aware of how I was expected to look and show up. So, without really realising what I was doing, I adapted again. I toned parts of myself down, I moulded myself to fit the environment I was in. At the time, I wouldn't have called that self-abandonment, I just thought that was what you did. You adapt. You fit in. You keep everyone happy. Don’t you?
Eventually I went on to open my own salon. I ran it for six years and poured so much of myself into it. My team. My clients. Making sure everybody was okay. From the outside, I was doing well. I had built the business, I was successful, I was doing the things I thought I was supposed to be doing. Yet underneath it all, I was becoming increasingly disconnected from myself.
Then I became a mother and five weeks after having my first baby, Covid happened and those 2 things changed everything for me. Suddenly the life and identity I'd known disappeared almost overnight. Motherhood cracked me open in ways I don't think anything else could have. I adored being a mummy, but somewhere amongst pregnancies, babies, feeding, sleepless nights and constantly being needed, I lost pieces of myself too. For a while, I didn't really know who I was outside of being Mummy and eventually I started asking questions. Not just Who am I? But... What do I actually want? What do I believe? What feels true for me? How do I want to live? How do I want to raise my children? And how much of the life I'm living did I consciously choose?
Those questions opened a door I haven't really closed since. I started questioning the conditioning I'd carried from childhood. The Good Girl. The people pleasing. The belief that other people knew better than me. The idea that being liked, accepted or approved of was more important than being honest with myself. And I began experimenting. With how I lived. With motherhood. With home education. With holistic wellbeing. With my body. With movement. With nervous system work. With boundaries. With my voice. With my desires. With spirituality. With what happened when I stopped asking “What should I do?” and started asking “What actually feels true for me?” Some of those explorations changed my life. Some taught me what I wanted. Others taught me what I absolutely fucking didn't.
I shaved my head. I challenged identities I'd held for years. I've changed my mind (more than once!) I've made choices other people probably wouldn't make, I've got things wrong, I've discovered parts of myself I didn't know existed, I've had moments where I've felt more alive and more me than I ever remember feeling. I've also had moments where I've thought, What the fuck am I doing!? I've fucked around and found out. And I'm still finding out!!
I've learned that coming home to yourself isn't a destination. I don't think one day you finally become the perfectly healed, completely self-assured version of yourself and that's it, Job done... Far from it. Life changes, we change, new layers appear, old patterns sneak back in, different seasons ask different things of us. For me, coming home to myself has become a relationship. A willingness to keep listening. To keep questioning. To notice when I'm abandoning myself again. And to choose to come back. Again and again.
These days, my life looks very different from the one I once thought I was supposed to want. You'll often find me barefoot somewhere in nature, home educating my three children, gathering women in circle, learning about the body and holistic wellbeing, dancing around my kitchen, dreaming about travelling the world with my family, or disappearing down whichever rabbit hole has caught my attention that week. I'm multifaceted, I'm curious, I'm still learning, I'm still changing, I'm still becoming.
The biggest thing this journey has taught me is that I don't need to become somebody else to create a life that feels like mine. I need to keep coming back to myself and the more I've learnt to do that, the more I've wanted other women to experience what becomes possible when they begin listening to themselves too.
Which is why I do this work.
Why I Do This Work
I don't do this work because I believe women need fixing. I do it because I know how easy it is to lose yourself beneath everything you've learnt to be and what can happen when you finally have the space to hear yourself again. I want to create spaces where women can take off the mask, question what they've been carrying, reconnect with their bodies and explore what they actually want. Spaces with softness and safety, but also enough edge to notice where you might be shrinking, silencing yourself or handing your power away. I'm not here to give you all the answers. I'm here to help you trust yourself enough to find your own.
What I Believe
I believe you already have the answers.
I believe your intuition is wise.
I believe your needs matter.
I believe healing doesn't come from becoming somebody else.
It comes from returning to yourself.
And I believe every woman deserves a space where she can do exactly that.