The story of Maison Fish was born in the Himalayas.

Ever felt the need to escape into solitude and climb as high as you can?

To create as much space between you and the world as possible?

I know that feeling well.

Yet I found that with space, with solitude,

I felt closer to this world than I ever thought possible.

That If I could just reach that little bit further,

my finger tips could touch the stars.

I was spellbound.

Silence was so dense.

It permeated every single cell.

So truthfully.

Something kissed my heart.

Tear ducts tingled.

Salt water rolled down my cheek.

Is my heart on my cheek?

Who kissed my heart?

Is this magic?, I asked.

Who am I talking to?!

An idea was born.

I set intention to inspire such experiences in as many humans as possible.

To guide people towards a wildly truthful conversation with nature.

Humans as nature, within nature.

A reminder that we all so big, so small.

So intricately woven together.

To share that miracles are possible.

Knowing what I know about myself,

To experience such peace was a miracle.

Truth.

Can we listen just that little bit more fully?

Can we take steps we aren’t always comfortable in taking?

Can we believe?

Truly…

Truly.

I returned back to London, moved onto ‘Fish’ Island.

My French housemate called my yoga ‘Maison Fish’.

It’s random, I know,

But so is she.

It stuck.

Everyone buys me fish things these days.

I laugh each time.

This is so random - but okay.

We’ve now travelled to, Mexico, Portugal, Iceland.

As Maison Fish.

Six years later,

Im revisting my pilgrimage to the Himalayas.

I discover that mountain I climbed is otherwise known as

‘Fish Tail Mountain’

- a sacred site of creativity and destruction.

Something kissed my heart.

Tear ducts tingled.

Salt water rolled down my cheek.

Is my heart on my cheek?

Is this magic?, I asked.

Then I laughed.

Okay - I believe.

With love,

Fern