Would you describe yourself as someone who is fully engaged with life, in the moment, present, energetic?
Or are you someone who falls into ruts easy, slips into automatic pilot most days, walking through life in zombie mode?

If you are the latter, you have fallen into, (what I like to call) The Wasteland.
This is a place of living, but with a dull sluggish energy, and when in this state it becomes hard to move out of, it can be so insidious that you may not even realise you are in this place.

We are repetitive habitual creatures, but it really is a matter of getting honest and looking at what your habits are like.
Do they energise you, do they nourish you, do they inspire you? Or do they leave you feeling guilty, ashamed and just sick of yourself?

The key to good self loving management, is to engage in things that uplift, inspire, energise and just make you feel freaking great!! And not in a short term hit kinda way, but in a long term nourishing fulfilling kinda way.

So its not like having a sugary can of coke that gives you a super quick hit of energy, but more a hot bowl of delicious healthy soup that will sustain you for much longer.

So take a look at your daily habits, get fucking real and honest!
And remember when your habits tumble you into the wasteland abyss, you become asleep and not aware that you are still making choices, when you are in the wasteland you might feel more like a victim, not even aware that being in the wasteland is still a choice.

Eating healthy and exercising daily = good health, enough energy to get through the day with alert awareness and joy.
Society focus’s on this a lot.

But how about also including healthy state of mind, healthy habits within our thinking/feeling realm!!

What do you think?

Do you need to make changes, better choices?





Yes the word we all dread to hear and be associated with, either within ourselves or our loved ones.

So many many times I hear people with cancer and those close to them speaking of a battle, a fight that must be fought in order to win and be cured.

I always speak about love, and loving cancer into a melted state of non existance.
Because it is my opinion that cancer is not something that suddenly appears in our body like some evil entity, I believe it is where we most need to love ourselves, our thoughts, our patterns, our core beliefs that keep us stuck, oppressed, it is the deeper energetic patterns that we live with on a daily basis that can be destructive and create dis-ease within us.
So of course I see fighting cancer as a crazy thing..it is like fighting the deeper darker aspects of your unknown self and hoping they’ll just fuck right off!
Instead look at it as an opportunity..to dig deep into the hidden aspects of your soul..the places where you grieve silently, where you feel unheard, where you scream and contain all your frustrations, all your judgements, all of the things you were never given the space or permission to own within you.
You are sacred, sacred through and through, cancer…in fact any dis-ease is in my opinion a call to bring yourself more fully into the light and love yourself so completely, so beautifully, that no dis-ease can live, it melts into your being in a loving melting blanket of deeper self knowing!

Inner Wild

We talk so much about nurturing our inner child.

Its time to start getting down and dirty with your inner wild!
That raw powerful part of you that is so deeply rooted to the earth that you can feel your belly like a heart beat in the mud and leaves of the forest floor.
The inner deep that communes with the ancestors, that speaks in the old language
Nature speaks the very same language that’s why you feel so connected and at peace there.
There are times in my life when I get so busy being human, that I ache and crave for a return to my wild, thankfully it is easy to connect, lie on the earth and breathe deep and slow…and there she is





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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

Home: Sacred Space, filled with loving safety, shared with loving soul mate and furry pals, peace and serenity

Soil: Wild, howling lone wolf, bones, digging for treasures, my anchor

Rain: Cleansing, soul soothing gentle summer rains cooling the earth beneath my feet


Enough is Enough


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”

Ohhhh I was soooo close to throwing in the towel last year.
Nothing was working, we were wanting to do an extension on our house, but it cost way too much for what we were wanting.
Our work space is our home space we work from home in our Accounting Business, so our office had taken over our entire living room, and our tiny spare bedroom had become our living space, pretty cramped with me, my partner, our two dogs and 2 cats!
A miracle occurred thankfully, and an amazing opportunity came up for us to sell our home and purchase another property with no realestate fees involved (BIG SAVING)
It was meant to be…but Ohhh Lordy it was on again off again, and 4 months down the track I was about to pull my hair out with the stress. I’m a Taurus and being anchored is SUPER important to me.

JUST when I let it all go and cried every tear my body could produce, the sale went through!

And here we are


Moral of the story…release the stress..but hold your dreams


Once Upon a Time…


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”

About 5 hours ago, my knight and I saddled up (in our new truck) and went for a Sunday drive.
Our truck has a nav system, we haven’t had one of these before so its a real novelty. Our nav is a she, she has a distinctly english voice and we have christened her Emma. Emma gave us wonderful directions to Kurow, which is about an hour inland from our home. On our arrival we felt adventurous and decided to head to Waimate.
We were propelled back in time at our visit to the Waimate Museum which is in the historic court house
Upon entering we were greeted by this beautiful maori wahine statue
A beautiful museum, one I highly recommend visiting if you ever happen to be in the South Island of New Zealand.
We also visited Victoria Gardens..more Waimate charm and magic..even with its own wallabies, and a peacock..bees beautiful Golden elms and flowers.
And we drove home and I created a delicious vege omelette for dinner with home made chips, and we will live happily ever after.


I DO love Sundays!


The Birthing


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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Easy Fix.”

She came in the front door, she looked painfully uncomfortable, the only thing to do was just give her space and allow nature to do its thing.
I lit some candles and put on some peaceful calming music (This was more for me than for her) I also had a glass of rescue remedy, I was so nervous, I was catapulted back in time to my own birthing experiences.

Suddenly she jumped up onto my partners chest, he was snoozing on the couch, she loved John so much and it was made more clear at this moment, I could see her body tighten and spasm with contractions. Oh wow this is it!
She stayed on John’s lap for about 10 minutes then she gingerly made her way under the coffee table where I had prepared a cosy nest for her and she seemed to approve as she chose this spot to birth her kittens.
She had 6 delightful bundles of snuggly furry exquisiteness.
I sighed a deep contented sigh, and all was right in the world


Fireside Chat with my Great Grandmother



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”

I would choose to have a fireside chat with my Great-Grandmother (Brigit) whom I have never met.

All I know about her is that she was born in England with Irish parents (I think)
She had a hard life, came from a very poor working class background. Her husband was physically abusive to her on countless ocassions, I have heard stories from my Mother who was told stories from her mother of the suffering she received at the hands of her husband.

I have been told I am most like my Great Grandmother to look at, I do wish I had more photos of her, but sadly I only have this one.


Forest Wanderer

I was walking into a forest, there was a blanket of fine mist that enveloped me, I could feel myself changing, becoming closer to the earth and all that surrounded me, I blended, and I became a wolf, it was beautiful, I could feel all of my senses heightened..feeling is key..feel everything. In this presence of feeling you truly awaken




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I have been unwell over the last week or so…

I felt the need to visit Brigid. I knew she could help me.
And sure enough when I walked to the cabin Brigid was waiting outside for me, she was sitting on the seat carving into a small piece of wood.
“Ahh here you are child, come inside.”
She lovingly reached out to me with her beautiful weathered aged hands and led me inside.
She lay me down on the bed and went to the fire where a cauldron was hanging. She ladled some of its contents into a wooden bowl and had me sit up to drink it.
It was not at all pleasant to taste but she urged me to drain the bowl of every last drop which I did.
She said “Sleep now, you must rest, let the fever do its work.”
I lay down feeling the liquid travelling through my body heating me up like a fiery furnace. I felt like I was in hell, I traveled down an old familiar corridor and then fell into a very deep sleep.

I don’t know how many days I slept, I think perhaps 2 or 3, but when I finally woke up Brigid was there with a cool welcome wash cloth and a soupy vegetable broth which tasted magic.
“How are you feeling child?”
I wasn’t sure, I needed to stretch my body. Brigid helped me to stand and led me outside into a glorious sunny day.
The light was intense and took me a few moments to adjust. I could feel Willow in the distance, and she wandered over to welcome me back.
Brigid said we still had work to do to clear my energy of any *residual gunk* she called it. We sat down on the bench in the sun and she asked me to recall any dreams I had when I was in my feverish state.
I tried to remember but my mind was blank, “There will be something child, close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and I did recall a few things, but no story line just symbols left behind like a trail of breadcrumbs.
I saw the elements of earth and water, I heard a frog, and there was a mountain lion.
I opened my eyes, Brigid had her eyes closed and she was smiling.
“Tomorrow you journey, but for now go be with Willow she wants to take you for a ride.