It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me and I’m feeling good… Happy New Year! It’s a new me, it’s a new you … There’s something special about this time of year, right? January sings with renewed hope. There’s fresh air in our lungs. The collective consciousness is upbeat. …
Tag Archives: travel
…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 …
no higher than your heart
By now some of you are aware of ‘The Roller-blading Incident’ – yes, the one where I thought I could roller-blade, again. I mean, who the hell can’t roller-blade? It looks so easy when co-ordinated people do it. It’s not that I can’t roller-blade at all – but I am just not at the level …
The Art of Travel : how to enjoy it despite ourselves and including the boring bits
The Departure This summer I am not running away. I have wished to run away many times in my life though. Running away was the perfect solution to evading trouble and embarrassment as a kid. Not only could I show that I meant business, but I’d also get some sympathy and dodge the consequences of …
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. …
a view from the train
It’s been forever since I sat for eight hours just listening to music and staring out the window. Maybe never. It was a surprise, I hadn’t planned it. That was a surprise too. I like to plan stuff. I like to have all my stuff with me just in case. The week before I left …
cold hands warm heart
I have just come to an understanding about culture and it feels like my head has been cracked open and the light of wisdom is streaming in. It may be plainly obvious but I have to share it with you anyway. Yesterday after writing the blog post about cats and intuition, I headed out to …
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 …
a love letter to you
Hello people of this world! Today my brain has been cranking away, it’s been racked and wrung for a little insider information. I’ve been looking for a quiet corner in there – some place where the words are hiding and things make sense – a place where what wants to be said is backed up …
Wonderlust 