The Gift

I have seen many posts lately about how difficult it can be for people at Christmas time.  A time that makes us think about by gone days, the good and the not so good memories, the people we have loved and lost.  A time of sentiment and an increased need to belong. I used to…

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Count those chickens!

I always thought of self-love (loving oneself) as something negative.  A narcissistic, unattractive way of being to which others would response "who does she think she is".  I believed that loving oneself was far removed from traits such as genuineness, compassion and selflessness.  This was the world I grew up in where modesty was good…

What shows up

  My first blog in quite some time is a collection of insights or what has shown up for me since I last wrote. The first thing that showed up after my last blog post was the need to recognise the inevitability of ebb and flow.  We all go into dark places from time to…

The Wanderlust Gene

  A while ago, my friend and I were contemplating the possibility that we both had a defective gene.   It would explain how we were unable to find contentment in the 9-5 life that so many others were seemingly okay with.  This gene gave us a craving for travel and adventure, without which we would…

“There’s a hole in my soul, you can see it in my face. It’s a real big place”

I had little time for Robbie Williams in the beginning of his career, another middle of the road boy band member gone solo wasn't really my thing, it was karaoke material at best.  My fondness for Robbie deepened as I began to see beneath his convincing facade to reveal a lost soul, searching for a missing…