With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Today’s blog is about good news, secrets and taking one step closer to my life purpose.
The good news is also the secret and the tale behind the secret is a about a little part of the personality that we call Ego.
So, I’ve been keeping a secret because I’ve been waiting for good news that was finally confirmed today. Greggie and myself had a meeting a good few weeks ago where we were asked to pitch our writing for an awesome new online news site called NewsTime. It was such a thrilling honour to be asked and an exciting time putting the pitch together, with even more thrills and ego moments trying to work out whether we would be accepted as contributors to the website.
Now it’s official and only now I’m blogging about it and trying to pull the wool over your eyes Continue reading
Firstly, my Greggie is sick and my natural mothering instincts are to molly coddle him and make sure that he does all the things within the collective to make sure he gets better. That would just be totally dumb considering we both know that he didn’t ‘catch’ flu and that manifested if from whatever is going on in that gorgeous physical body of his. So there’s no stopping him from doing anything he doesn’t want to do and the battle was won at about lunch time when I left him in capable hands of a dear friend and toddled on home. Continue reading
It’s freezing cold and seems to only be getting colder. I’m a bit of a ninny in the cold but that’s not the point of the story. It’s more about my tattoo that’s been hidden behind jerseys and jackets for ages now. I love it! I hear that lots of people have a moment of regret after they have their tattoos. Some even panic that they’ve made a major mistake … not me … I adore my goddess. Continue reading
Your eyes do not deceive you. I am blogging twice in one night and all in desperate need to keep to my self inflicted promise of blogging daily. I know that I could change that at any time, but the crazy things is that not one part of me wants to. I love blogging daily for so many reason … but something happened on day 191.
I meditate in the mornings and my mediations are as unique and strange as I am. If I had to compare myself to others who meditate I might conclude that someone in the equation is a little crazy. I don’t watch my mind and I don’t try to still it either. I don’t listen to guided visualisation or sit in a meditation position. Continue reading
Even though I’m reflecting on my chilled out Sunday, I can’t help but be conscious of the fact that I’ve woken up, yet again, with those nervous butterflies flittering around my tummy. It started well over a week ago and they haven’t seemed to go anywhere except around in circles, leaving me feeling a little unsettled and woozy by the time my day starts. Continue reading
More than 20 hours later and I’m still without power. No electricity for so many hours is sure to have a person spending a good amount of time either with themselves or with the people they share their home with. Continue reading
When I started ‘project me’ one of the things that I knew I wanted to start having fun with, become goalless about and change without becoming obsessive, was my weight. In the first post I wrote, over four months ago, I shared a story with you about a very (maybe a little too) honest friend who told me that I looked like a hippopotamus. Continue reading
Walking up on a freezing morning for the second time in a row and I decided that gym wasn’t on the cards. It takes a lot to make good excuses now that I’m so focused on being conscious every day and living in my truth. The excuse was easy enough to be convincing without it being too much of a lie. Greggie and I had the last day in the recording studio from about 2pm onwards and I couldn’t also go to gym and cut the day any shorter. Continue reading


















