at the entrance of the cave/ and on a rock nearby/ sit the philosopher/ and the poet//
one held by thought/ one held by silence/ they let the words talk//
they have forgotten/ the young storyteller/ who sits behind the tree/ smiling/ at their backs//
she writes as/ the birds sing//
A poem about discovery and being human.
Read MoreI have always been fascinated by mandalas. The mandala is our connection to our true selves, our collective unconscious and to everything: nature, the world and the universe . According to Jung, the mandala is the ultimate archetype. The ultimate universal symbolic pattern to explain the nature of the world and life. Regardless of the meaning human-kind has placed upon the mandala, and our use of this archetype, nature has been creating mandalas since the beginning of time. This is a celebration of mandalas and everything they have to teach us.
Read MoreSitting in my library after meditation, looking at all my books I realised something significant had changed. Over the last couple of months there has been a shift in my relationship with books. My books. And books in general. I feel differently about them. And this difference, I realised as I contemplated how it felt, was not just about the books which surrounded me. It was about every aspect of my life.
Read MoreUnexpectedly coming face to face with the broken child within me. A piece about body image, shame, acceptance and walking proud.
Read MoreLife is not a race. We aren’t all in our set lanes competing with each other. Comparing our times and performances and place. A caution about comparison.
Read MoreYesterday I watched a young woman show herself and the rest of the world what she is made of. I watched her lift everyone around her as she ran the 10km run of the Melbourne Marathon. We were all awe struck, proud and inspired. Writing about hope and inspiration, and an amazing young woman.
Read MoreA shout out to all those mums out there. The mums doing their thing. Sacrificing a little or a lot of themselves in more ways than one. Unapologetically selfless. You know who you are. I’ve got a message for you.
Read MoreWe all have something to forgive, or someone. And often the person to forgive is ourselves. The journey to forgiveness can be a long winding road with obstacles born from our unwillingness to release the person from the offending act. Learning the art of forgiveness takes practice.
Read MoreI have been thinking a lot about the heart lately. What it does. What it symbolises. What moves mine. With an unusual flutter now and then, mine tends to draw attention when I get too wrapped up in the world. Intrigued by what makes our heart swell with emotion, alongside our tears, is the inspiration for this piece.
Read MoreWe live well planned lives. It is pretty much mapped out way in advance. There isn’t room for uncertainty. There isn’t tolerance for uncertainty. Certainty is king. Maybe it is time to make room for uncertainty and sit with it for a while.
Read MoreOur son had his wisdom teeth out. Taking him to the hospital and caring for him afterwards made me realise how inextricably linked we are to time; and how the passing of time is dependant on your perception of time and your relationship with it. Taking time to write about time.
Read MoreOur emotions are important. They guide us, keep us sage and motivate us. They help us navigate between right and wrong. Without them we would be at best robots, at worst psychopaths. And yet, throughout life we are taught to suppress our emotions. Somehow our feelings have become the bad guy. The villain. Writing about the importance of emotions. Please read and feel.
Read MoreI have always been intrigued by the fact when a friend walks out of your life, through the door they leave open, another one walks in. How when placing the earth over a loved one with tears of sorrow, they turn to tears of joy with the announcement or birth of a new baby. It is the cycle of life. Hello. Goodbye.
Read MoreI have written this blog post in the hope that it will encourage people to listen to the stories of others in order to find their own truth. For people to have the same experience I had - to be slapped with the reality of the importance to ‘unapologetically embrace ourselves.’
Read MoreFor years I have shunned her. Pretended she wasn't there. The writer within me. Yet she has always been me; and I have always been her. The writer.
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