for fools and dreamers…

for fools and dreamers…

  There is a thick, sweet mist that hangs out in the early morning hours, heavy with the promise of heat ahead waking me up the past few days. The syrupy sensation rouses a concealed part of my brain remembering lives lived in hot, tropical climates from a small island in Fiji with only natives for 2 months, to university in FNQ in Australia to Thailand and Bali in Asia, to Goa and Kerala in India, to the jungles in Belize, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Mexico.   For the past 10 days while recovering from this strange sickness I have been on a wildly psychedelic nostalgic carousel ride trying desperately to recall at what point I disconnected from my inner wildness. It was a compromise I had to make to function in the world in a way that lines up with the fragmented structures and rules that make up our society. I feel like I can't trust my own mind as I reminisce on a life that was etched into the fleeting momentariness of life with idyllic pleasure sidelining the challenges of never really knowing where I was going next or how I was going to make the money to exist in a world that requires currency.   I love making money. It's a fun, creative, expansive pursuit for me. Learning to handle my finances,...

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a new story

a new story

It began like this. I get back into bed. And shake and shake. It’s too much. I can’t stop. The C-test shows negative. On the third evening, the fever breaks. But during those feverish days and nights, something new emerges inside me — a powerful force asking me to reclaim my life. I had become complacent. I know it. Not in the basics like exercise and sleep and work, but in the subtler, more nuanced parts of life. The webbing that holds it all together. I felt a strong calling, unlike any I felt before. It was visceral and palpable. Two words kept rising up. More. And less. More of what makes life worth living. And less of drains viscous life force from me. After decades of living on the sidelines of modern society, only dipping in when and as I needed to, the past two years I had submerged myself in it entirely and as a result of having learned to barriers to protect me from the bombardment of information on how to have a morning routine, what 11-step beauty routine to follow, and that women's empowerment is all about making more money I had lost myself. On the fourth evening, I delete my emails from my phone, mute everyone on Instagram and promise myself not to return to the space until I am anchored in the...

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I get back into bed. And shake and shake. It’s too much. I can’t stop.

I get back into bed. And shake and shake. It’s too much. I can’t stop.

  Today began as a usual Monday morning… I awake with my furry lover curled in the crook of my knee, kiss him good morning and open the terrace door to let him out. In the bathroom, I remove my aligners, scrape my tongue wash my face… and then crawl back into bed. Half an hour later I awake again. Strange, I think, that never happens.    I move to the kitchen and fill the kettle with filtered water to prepare my morning hydration: 450 ml of warm fresh lemon and ginger. While the kettle boils I stretch. Left, right, hip circles, spine rolls. I’m feeling a little achy.    I take my lemon and ginger to the sofa and start my face yoga routine. The glands by my armpits ache a little. I massage them to activate the lymphatic system. I work my east up my chest neck and face and then prepare breakfast. Fresh strawberries with natural yoghurt and green tea. My body continues to feel achey so I dance, gyrate, stretch some more and then sit down to work.    Inbox zero and most of my DM’s replied the aches seem to increase. I try some more movement practices but nothing helps. I sit down to begin work on some copy for one of my programs but my body won’t comply. The aches turn into shakes and I realise...

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from the twilight

from the twilight

  Imagine...   Walking into a thick, tall pine forest. With each step, the trees grow denser and slowly start to block out the sunlight until it is almost entirely dark. A constant twilight descends. It is neither day nor night. I am neither fully here nor elsewhere. I am half awake half asleep. Half broken half whole. Half grieving death half reaching for life.   I start to stumble unable to see where I am going. A subtle panic advances escorting every step. Memories... memories from the many lives I've lived in the past 40 years, distress from the many hurts I've felt the past 40 years, regrets from the many mistakes I've made in the past 40 years... rise up and humble me. All the things I had left untouched, unresolved, unanswered, unwitnessed, unacknowledged haunt me.   I cry for 18 months until there is nothing left to cry about. I forgive all I had shared pain in, atoned the regrets and felt the ravages left by a lifetime of bypassing the extremities of my humanity. The path through the forest, still in that twilight half-darkness, beckons me to continue despite the many junctures at which I question my sanity, my life, my purpose, my place in the world and everything I had once thought...

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last chance (TMT 2022) 🔚

last chance (TMT 2022) 🔚

Over the past month, I have been sharing pieces of my heart and soul with you as an invitation to the next extension of the work that I am doing. After 8+ years of working with, teaching and mentoring 1,000s of souls, I am offering you a methodological insight into the workings of how I do it. The Mentor Training program closes enrolments at midnight tonight. This is your last chance. Across this very creative period of time, I have shared my perspective, context and the many journies I have been on, that have led me to this moment here. Let me reiterate them for you. Just in case you missed one, or want to reread another. I was fired by my first therapist / How I learned emotional fluency — a story that led me to really understand how to communicate with an open and vulnerable heart, and thereby create space for those around me to do the same. it’s time to live in integrity & the time is now — a short excerpt from an email I sent to a private client. I had a feeling that someone else, maybe you, needs to read these words too. come together — I am on an assignment to reclaim this sense of coming together. Teaching, learning and growing together, both in the physical world and in the digital. We live in a time...

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reading between the lines

reading between the lines

  You are bridging the divide between the seen and unseen. You, and our world, are made up of empty space filled with energy. Energy that whirs and vibrates and pulses in a symphony of responses to each holy instant. To now. And now. And then now, again.   Cosmic rays, high-energy intelligence from outer space smacking into our atmosphere shower down on the surface of the Earth and pass through you at a rate of about 10 per second informing and causing subtle mutations in all of us.   There is so much happening within and without us.   Subtle, nuanced, ethereal energetic shifts that our neural pathways can only catch as a side glance and our mother-tongue languages miss altogether. But it is here. An inner knowing, a constant wide awake and watchful awareness for these mysterious that we are born into bone and flesh of.   When you are interacting with another, you are offering them an opportunity to interpret their personal reality — how they have been shaped and defined — through the mirror of your presence and Being. One energetic sequence activates and reflects another. A relationship holier than words but defined by the limitations of communication.   Unless...   You have...

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life, anew

life, anew

  This note is coming to you from seat 22B of a Vueling aeroplane on a 55-minute flight to Barcelona. It's my first flight since leaving Mexico pre-pandemic at the start of 2020. The cabin is eerily quiet, a few people quietly muffling through mask-covered mouths, we have been spaced out with seats between passengers kept free. A flight attendant is pushing a piece of luggage, whose wheels squeak as she passes, to another part of the plane.   I pull my mask down to take a sip of water from the small bottle I bought in the airport to see me through the flight. Normally I would bring my flask but I am travelling with a tight constraint of hand luggage only for our 3-day-2-night girls weekend.   This flight is bringing me so much nostalgia. Gone (for now) are the days of lighthearted travel and whimsical interactions. The past two years have left us fractured with limited reprise. I personally hardly recognise myself compared to the woman who last boarded a plane.   There are times in life when it asks you to take everything you ever thought was true and deconstruct it in such a way that the only thing that is left is fierce and fiery truth. The woman I am today is no longer shrouded in a cloud...

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10 steps to figure out your ‘thing’

10 steps to figure out your ‘thing’

  We have jointly decided that the status quo just won't do. No. Thank you.   Because we know... We are here to bring each other home. We are here to perform tiny miracles. Every day.   But what if you don't know where to begin? What if... you don't know how to bring your things to life? So that you are doing your thing and you are working?   1. Ask the people around you "What is the tiny miracle you need?" "What would make life 100 x better right now?" Maybe they would say... : A new house/apartment/office : Getting fit again after having kids : Sing my favourite song at my wedding : Feeling safe and connected to my body : Starting my pastries and pilates business : Carving more time out for family/community/creativity : Writing my first article/blog post/newsletter/book : Cooking healthy meals for me and my friends : Learning how to read my tarot cards well : Rekindling my love and sex life : More money in the bank   2. Get a piece of paper & a pen. Make a list. : What skills, talents and experiences do I have that could make those miracles happen for those people? : What can I do, that comes so easily to me that I'd do it for free, to help them? : Where do I need permission to...

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the difference between mentoring, coaching & therapy

the difference between mentoring, coaching & therapy

  Self-actualisation is the process of becoming “everything you are capable of becoming.”   There’s no script for that. Everyone has to find their own unique ways to hear the inner wisdom that can help them live a life of truth. Only you can determine what living your fully expressed truth means for you.   Self-actualisation doesn’t involve perfection or things always going smoothly. You can become self-actualized and still face difficulties. But it's not something you can do alone. You will always be influenced by the level of guidance, support and mentorship you receive.   We live in a culture that values instant gratification, superficial beauty, lavish possessions and excessive consumption making up for what it lacks in emotional depth, community, creativity and meaningful connections.   When things don't work out or we don't get what we want or feel empty inside we often try to fill our time, space and home with more perfunctory things, people and experiences. Every dysfunctional human behaviour is an attempt to escape suffering. We don't stop for a moment and consider that perhaps what we feel we are really feeling is the disconnection from our truth.   This is where mentoring...

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come together

come together

  "I feel like I found my people!" she burst into tears looking around at the Zoom-circle of women smiling back at her hands on hearts. Eyes shining with emotion we all nodded in agreement. It was the final call for Her Way 2021. We had come together and found each other.   She echoed the profound ache of every human. The deeply honed instinct to find people with common interests, aims and values, with whom you can share your journey, and feel safe, held, supported, guided, mentored and understood.   The question "What is my purpose and what is the purpose of life?" is a modern one. A reflection of the paramount disconnection that we feel from life and each other. For the most part of 30,000 years, we have come together in small communities and existed as an extension of the natural world around us living the answer to that question. Beholden custodians of the physical world we took care of Earth and she took care of us.   Our purpose is precisely that. To have the living, breathing, tangible experience of being alive, being a part of the natural world and tending to it. It's a psychedelic trip of seeing ourselves mirrored by the world around us and yet also being of it. Something we have not...

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