All The Things I Did Not Do (a poem)

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I did not buy the cheap house on the island no-one knew about. I did not finish the course. I did not climb Mt Sinai. Or publish the book. I didn’t start that business I mapped out in my mind. I did not learn Spanish.   I did not attend my graduation ceremony. I did not build the empire. I didn’t tell him I didn’t want to. I did not trust my greatness. Or follow that sensible path.   I … Keep reading…

2016 – A Manifesto

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Keep it light – value each beautiful, painful, joyful moment as a masterpiece of the Universe. Connect then release – share ideas but don’t depend on anyone’s opinion or seek permission to be you. Seek wisdom – from teachers, teachings and friends, but above all, from within. Your heart center is your soul’s only true guidance system. Play – laugh, dance, sing and then do more. Let go – of struggle against change. You will never, ever know what is coming … Keep reading…

Love After Love

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Sometimes it’s better to use other people’s words to express yourself, especially when they resonate deeper than your own. I first read this poem a few years ago and it has remained in my heart ever since. In the last few weeks, I’ve read it over and over again, shared it with friends and allowed the words to further penetrate my heart. The uncanny and miraculous thing is that while I first heard these words as a distant call, I am actually living them now. … Keep reading…

A hard landing

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The problem with highs (even natural ones) is that there is only one way down. In the space of a month I have gone from experiencing elation, peace and joy to absolute frustration, confusion and (dare I say) depression. To say it’s been a hard landing ‘coming down’ from Bali to Mexico is an understatement. No matter how many times I utter the words, ‘this too, shall pass’ during the difficult times, I never quite want to accept that it … Keep reading…

Here Goes

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How do I describe the indescribable? How do I show up fully as my authentic self? How do I share my journey in order to serve others while protecting my sacred, inner life? How do I embrace my worthiness to live my soul’s purpose? These are some of the questions I have been reflecting on during my break from blogging. I haven’t really taken a break from writing, because I have been pouring myself into the pages of notebooks and … Keep reading…

Allowing Abundance

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I’ve been thinking about abundance lately; about what it actually means, what my relationship is to it and how I can align myself with an attitude of it. A-bun-dance (noun) a very large quantity of something. When I reflect on my own journey with abundance, I can see the shifts I’ve made in my attitude to money and possessions and in my relationship with myself. For most of my life I have operated out of the idea of lack. Growing … Keep reading…

Consuming vs Creating: finding clarity at Costco

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The other morning I had a bit of a crisis about my writing and my purpose. With red eyes and the sort of lethargy which comes from a morning spent sobbing on the bed in my bath towel, I tagged along with a friend on a shopping trip in an attempt to shut down my pity party. First, we hit a few flea markets, which I loved. From old baby strollers to sofas to artwork, I perused the dusty offerings … Keep reading…

Transitions are tricky

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You’d think I’d be good at them by now. A flight-attendant who zig-zagged the globe for a decade; a drunk who got sober; a writer who decided to start. A traveler who left home to do it forever… But transitions are always tricky… I recently experienced a huge inner transition. I’ve tried to explain, express and write about it because it’s been huge for me, this one. Overwhelmingly positive, life affirming, empowering. I’ve been filled with more clarity and love. … Keep reading…

The big yellow car of dreams

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The other day I went to meet my friend Kellie at one of San Miguel de Allende’s tiny ‘pocket’ cinemas showcasing independent films. It’s one of the many things I love about this beautiful culture-filled town we have found ourselves in for a month. As I was walking along the cobbled street leading into town, a big yellow car pulled onto the main road. I smelled it before I saw it. Thick clouds of black diesel smoke spluttered into the … Keep reading…

The real work

The real work

I’ve recently gone back to work. I’m not talking about my blog or my guide or my shop, even though I have been doing a little work on those too. I mean, the real work, my actual job which is the sort of work which doesn’t look that great on a CV or garner too many likes in a Facebook news feed. For me, it’s spiritual work, and it looks nothing like I imagined ‘spiritual work’ to look like. I’m … Keep reading…