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Tomorrow, I fly to Bali. Writing that feels surreal and more than a little bit poignant. You see, two years ago, my life took a shape that looks nothing like the one I inhabit now. After a prolonged period of feeling that I just didn’t “fit" in my world anymore and laying awake night-after-night knowing that I needed to steer my canoe in a different direction, I eventually did the unthinkable ... and jumped ship. This jump wasn’t done in the neat, well-planned, “I’ve-got-a-sa

When was the last time you did something that would require: a)       An eyebrow-lifting time commitment (as in, over 100 days)? b)      Gut twisting accountability to keep you on track? c)       A serious self arse-kicking d)      Massive “inner-toddler” tantrum taming e)      Dragging yourself over the line of what you want to do, should have to do, can do?   Some people commit to run marathons to get a taste of this delightful formula. Some people train and trek to Base Ca

September holds a rare kind of magic for me; a time when endings and beginnings overlap. What was once anticipation of a new school year...

As a teen, my favourite band were the Levellers. I ADORED the electric violin, the mash-up of dreadlocks and passion, freedom and...

In my previous post I wrote about how to reconnect to your Artist River and Creative Soul when storms are raging in your life. Today, I’d...

How do we find the pathway back to the Artist's River and our Creative Soul when Life decides to kick our backsides? This is something...

Earlier this year I was in the loft piling up some old boxes of things from many years ago, when I noticed a book and picked it up. I...

“No! Not like that!” cried Ads, his eyes wide with horror. “Lift it higher! It’s burning.” I jolted the milk jug down, lifting the...

A little while ago I was doing the mindless scroll through my socials. A friend had posted …. “What’s with the AI stuff suddenly flooding...

There’s this run I do near to my mum’s house. It’s a road run, through the farmland. Has a few hills and is about 6.3km long. It’s the...

It was a bright sunny day in April when I decided I wanted to write a lovely blog about art and creativity. And on that day, I also...

Lying on a massage coach, wrapped in warmth and bergamot and drooly euphoria. “Your body is extremely tense,” my masseuse says. I raise a...

Back in September I embarked on a course called the Artists Way. For those who haven’t come across this before, it’s a 12 week course in...