My Beautiful Mess : free-basing metaphoria (because it’s Christmas!)

Hello my friends! My time here in Perth is coming to an end. Yep, in three days’ time I’ll be leaving and, though I am sad in the way that I always will be, I am also not sad to be going back to Lucerne. Yes, not sad. It’s time to get back to my […]

…in with the new

Clearing space. Let time in. We have enough time. Breathing these words slowly has a hypnotic effect. Try it. Breathe them into your heart. Do you feel expansive? Or Are you thinking….? ‘What?! I don’t have time to read slowly!!’ It is that time of year again after all. So often we’re rushing to get […]

Friday in the light

Well, that experiment of writing for a week did nothing to kill my inner critic. You know that guy? It’s the voice of the ego, telling you you’re shit and you shouldn’t try. The only thing that shuts the voice up is the act of doing. So here I am. On Tuesday I tried to […]

What if you had faith?

Hello lovely people! Here I am again up bright and early on day one of the challenge (I am writing this in the AM). It was a night of sleeping more restless than usual, as nights when I publish a post always are. My creativity and ego battled it out, each one struggling to gain […]

Oh to be Frank!

Hi guys! I wanted to speak to you directly to get closer. Hi. How are you? Me? I’m o-kay. I’ve got blog fright actually. I’ve been feeling shy, self-conscious and silly. I was going to put this off for another day but I thought I’d try something different and just say what is on my […]

keeper of the secrets

The human race seems to be separated into two groups – those who keep a journal and those who do not. I’m not saying that one is better than the other (because clearly I’d be biased if I did), but as a compulsive journaler, I just don’t know how the other group gets on in […]

romancing the soul in saint tropez

There is more juice to be got out of my day in Saint Tropez. Feeling out of the flow is confusing. I can’t make decisions. I have so much to say but I don’t know where to start. Things feel difficult. I numb out. I waste time in front of the mirror. I try to […]

the Interesting and the Beautiful

Ah now I remember the other side of France – the side where I had low self-esteem. Saint Tropez …. The place of starlets and movie stars. The playground of the rich and famous, where Brigitte Bardot sunbathed topless in the 1960s. Songs have been written about it. Fake tans have been named after it. […]

The First Time

The First time I went to France I was eighteen and with my parents. We got dropped off by a tour bus and had three days staying on the outskirts of Paris. I remember it was Bastille Day and a man had brought a ladder to climb up and see the parade. We drank red […]

making love on a thursday…

Together since the world began; the madman and the lover. I found those words in the pre-pages of The Doors biography I read when I was fifteen. Those words spoke to me then. I knew what it meant to be mad and in love. This is what fifteen-year-old girls know. These words placed together so […]