This Sacred Space

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I fell apart and was put back together in this space; this sacred space. I never ONCE did yoga on this terrace. I breathed deeply on it though, inhaling the clouds and the thin, crisp air with my lungs as the piercing fushia danced on my vision like confetti. I pleaded with the volcanoes to raise me up on their jagged peaks. It mostly happened here. I’ve been so many places, but this was my most epic journey. Alone, and … Keep reading…

My unexpected awakening

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I recently had a very unexpected spiritual awakening. Just writing those words makes me squirm a little, as I question the validity of that statement, but since I have always so openly shared my struggles, failings, confusion and fear here in what has become a very sacred space for me, I would be remiss to not share about this experience which has been so earth-shatteringly positive. But first, let’s go back to a few weeks ago. What it was like: … Keep reading…

The story of a coffee berry

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There once was a coffee berry. It was an ordinary berry in every way. Small, round, and red like all the other ripe berries on the tree. It was happy enough as a berry, I mean, as happy as it could get, right? It didn’t aspire to be anything other than a berry. Then one day, it was picked from the tree. “Ouch!” It cried. It hurt a bit, but it was also quite excited to see something other the … Keep reading…

Walking the path without judgement

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My sister sent me this quote last week and it really struck a cord with me. It was like a beam of light shining through the fog of my depression and confusion: Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true. –Adyashanti So often I have judged things … Keep reading…

Surrendering to win

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There’s a saying in recovery circles that you have to surrender to win. Throughout my journey of recovery, I’ve found that most of the things I have learned which work in my life are counter-intuitive to me. It was me, and only me, after all, who ended up needing to be in recovery. So it kinda makes sense that I would need some help which does not come from me in order to recover, surrendering that which I know in … Keep reading…

Meeting Juan and Maximon in Santiago Atitlan

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I recently read the memoir Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by American man Martin Prechtel. It is an intruiging account of his time living among the Tz’utijil Maya community in the village of Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala, an ancient indigenous culture which is usually very much closed off to outsiders. I love visiting places I read about in a book or see in a film but I have a propensity to romanticize them in my mind. So on our second morning … Keep reading…

My Pretty Things store is now open!

Dressing up Santiago

My favourite day of this Guatemalan adventure so far was when I dragged Tyrhone around the markets of Santiago and Panajachel on Lake Atitlan. After being lucky enough to witness a traditional Mayan ceremony taking place a ‘sacred house’ in Santiago Atitlan, we wandered through the local market selling every fruit and vegetable imaginable. A Shaman performs a ceremony in the sacred house of Saint ‘Maximon’ a Mayan saint. Clusters of women from the Tz’utujil Mayan community gathered to buy, … Keep reading…

Destruction and Renewal: Experiencing Easter in Antigua, Guatemala

Easter procession Antigua

I went to Catholic school for twelve years of my childhood and adolescence. The teachings of the religion mostly fell on deaf ears as far as I was concerned. None of it really spoke to me, I doubted most of the stories’ validity and the bearers of this message (my teachers) rarely inspired me to faith. I developed a rather large chip on my shoulder about what I perceived to be the hypocrisy of religious people and gave all spiritual … Keep reading…

Surrendering expectations in Lake Atitlan

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Traffic. Closed roads. Detours. Our car judders over the cobble stones as we try to negotiate a path out of the city. Brightly painted ‘chicken buses’ hurtle down narrow streets spitting black clouds of smoke into the air. All of these things remind us that Antigua is a walking city, not a driving one. We have been lost in its one-way labrynth and diverted due to religious processions for lent enough times to appreciate the fact that sometimes, having a … Keep reading…

The Paramotor Blues (and mangoes)

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I said to Tyrhone today that I don’t think I’ve ever seen him stress about anything as much as he has about paramotoring. In fact, he has always been the calm one, the one who doesn’t sweat the small stuff, who says “she’ll be right.” Nothing usually gets to him, until now. I can understand it, of course. From the financial outlay and logistical nightmares of starting out, to the physical, mental and emotional drain that this adventure has brought, … Keep reading…