On Saturday night I attended my twenty year high school reunion. I hadn’t meant to go. You see, I’m still supposed to be in Indonesia but I just came home due to spending a week in bed on a remote island in the Mentawai’s, sleeping 20 hours a day with Read more…
Note for those who may not know what Uluru is: this is a large rock that rises out of flat ground in the centre of Australia that is sacred to the indigenous aboriginal people. There has been much controversy in Australia around whether climbing should be allowed. Recently the decision Read more…
I want to start this piece with two questions. Do you love and accept yourself completely as you are? Do you trust that others do the same? You see, awakening happens in layers, one old skin shedding at a time. It was winter of 2008 when I stood atop a Read more…
This week, I was going to post the third article of my series on fear, stress and anxiety. But then something crazy scary happened, and I just had to share that with you. It’s the story of how I messed up my trip to Hawaii and ended up on the Read more…
Usually, at the beginning of my live events, I tell a version of my story. Since Heal & Reset is all about tension, stress and anxiety, the tale I tell at these retreats is the one about my paramedic resignation. During a recent Heal & Reset retreat, as I began Read more…
Full disclaimer; I might not fit the definition of real minimalism (is there a definition? I don’t even know!) Even now, as I write this, I’m sitting alongside the sunny wall of my nicely furnished granny flat, in my favourite possession, my hanging egg chair. This is where Bobo and Read more…
The first time I became homeless was in March of 2010. At the time I’d been dating an older man named Brad who looked like Kevin Bacon and lived in a three story cabin on a Lake. We’d met at Burning Man in August 2008 and instantly fallen in love. Read more…
If you only had 3 minutes to live, what would you want to know? It was this I wondered on Friday morning, when I went for a slow walk on my usual beach. Having just come out of a 5 night silent meditation retreat, my mind was still and quiet. Read more…
Every Sunday night I hear a steady flow of plastic wheels on rocky ground as my neighbours take their bins to the street, stopping to greet one another or catch up on the latest town talk. There are twelve homes in our little white gate community, and this garbage bin Read more…
I’m about to become homeless. Again. It’s not the first time I’ve been without a place to live. In fact, this will be my fifth house-less stint. But please don’t be feeling sorry for me just yet. For a woman like me, even writing the word h-o-m-e-l-e-s-s fills my belly Read more…
