Today I booked a one-way ticket to the island. How often we say that phrase in times of wistful reverie. Now that I’m doing it, there is a strange sense of liminal reality. July was tough, it seemed to drain more than it gave. My incredible client and friend Helen lost her battle with leukemia […]

It’s not better, it’s different. The energy we bring to our intentions matters, and through the years, I have been guided to acknowledge that whenever we make decisions from a place of believing they will be better, that the grass will be greener, we place ever-increasing expectations on the outcome, counting on it to prove […]

Everything about this makes sense and nothing about this makes sense. This is where I find myself. Split open, deeply conflicted and daunted at the path I’ve chosen. Compelled to follow a soul call that’s whispered to me for years and has become so loud I can no longer ignore it, whilst internally clinging on to the safe shore of a beautiful life I built for myself in a place that’s always been home.