It’s wonderful that’s what. It’s work of the imagination, of the dreamtime, of an altered state of consciousness. It’s a way of being in direct contact with healing spirits. In short, shamanism is healing the spiritual aspect of an illness. Cause here’s the thing, all the physical stuff that manifests – aches and pains, the emotional, mental stuff, anxiety, all…

Over the years I’ve been told the way I live my life is inspirational. To which I bow my head with gratitude. Gratitude to the person offering this and gratitude to my spirit for being loud enough for me to follow. It wasn’t long ago I’d dismiss such a comment, shy away from it, insist it wasn’t that great a…

I’ve been sitting on this post for weeks now. Which suggests I’m in the throes of transformation, or rather transmutation. Coming to Kauai to learn Shamanism was a completely channeled endeavour. And by channeled I mean – I was walking through the botanical gardens, was stopped dead in my tracks, and the message came through – “It’s time to leave…

Something was very different about this trip. Very different. And it was only once I got back I realised why. I was really really content the whole time. Satisfied. Present.  I wasn’t craving for things to be different. I was satisfied with whatever was unfolding. I wasn’t wishing the company to be different. I drank my drinks slower. I didn’t over…

I’m was sitting in the garden of a Tuscan villa, overlooking the rolling hills, now a pale green and brown thanks to the relentless European sun. Bells in the distance clinking and chiming, clinking and chiming. I asked, ‘where’s that noise coming from?’. ‘It’s the sheep’ they said. And off in the distance, in the far far distance there they…

She makes me laugh till I can’t breathe. Still. From the moment we met, we clicked. That’s a lie, from the moment we met, we were indifferent (she’s Swedish and I play hard to get). But then we chatted, in the sun. Baking like we did. And it was then we clicked. Fragments of our souls slotted back together. Something…

I’m in Berlin, again. A city that lights me up, fills me up. A city in which you can do nothing and feel like you’re doing everything. The sun is shining, but the clouds are moving in. There’s a breeze lightly touching my skin, papers with MoFo notes blow about. Wait staff switch from breakfast to lunch. Table umbrellas go up. Tables get cleared….

I went to Meredith Music Festival over the weekend. It was one of the best festivals I’ve been to. One stage, no stalls selling unnecessary stuff, good people, all with the same intention – to have a good time and to have a boogie. Honestly, doing this, under the trees, under the night sky – it brings me bucket loads…

There was a time when dining alone, checking into a hostel alone, wandering the streets alone made me feel awfully uncomfortable. Now (thankfully) there is a sense of total empowerment that comes with being ok to be alone. To feel confident and secure within this vulnerability. For me, this ok-ness creates space for me to observe and absorb. Observe. Absorb….

Berlin you stole my heart and opened it up and you’ve returned it in a better state.  As with everything there is a vibrational pull. To people. To situations. To places. For me, as I know for many of you, Berlin has a pull which is nothing short of magnetic, electric, powerful. And when it pulls you in, it holds…