What are the people you have around like? How do they feed your soul? On this day I felt something welling up from deep inside of me. I didn’t know what it was but I felt it. We arrived at the beach and I left my friends and walked, well more like stomped and stormed,
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In 2019 I did the year Makeup free and also alcohol free. So many times I was told I was crazy. I was often asked why? My why was that I had noticed I was starting to use Makeup as a crutch and didn’t feel good without it so I wanted to challenge myself to
I am all, everything and nothing. I am a wild woman unafraid to step into the darkness. I am a transmuter, my body is magic. I don’t fear the darkness, she is but one of my homes. I know how to turn poison into medicine. I know how to weave the magic of your soul
My life is out of this world these days. Friendships are magical. Sex is on fire. My home is my safe space. And what changed to make it all like this? Oh, only everything. I would love to say nothing happened. Life just got great. But I would be lying. I’ve traversed the depths of
Recently I spent 8 months working towards being the most epic facilitator that if I had met somewhere along in my journey I would be so grateful to have enter my life. This wasn’t another thing to add to my qualifications. This was the one my soul led me to. The one like no other
Before we die, I will have roamed where the wild things are, I will have loved in all the spaces I was afraid to love, I will have lived by my own rules and broken those rules over and over again, I will have healed and broken and healed and broken again realising I was
When my hubby first started showing interest in me I thought he was crazy. I thought I was too fat for him. Why would he want a fat brunette when he has a skinny blonde hanging around. And I know so many women have had similar thoughts to this in relation to similar things in
I’ve seen all the creams and surgeries and tips on getting rid of my stretch marks. And yes I have tried many of them myself. I’ve now also spent a long time loving my stretch marks and the way they sit on my body. I love the dimples, I love the colours, I love what
“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
Humans have massive savior complexes – myself included. Think about it – how often have you thought ‘I could have done more for them’ Or I haven’t done enough Or I’ve failed them Or… I could go on for days with these suggestions. I think the martyr complex, probably goes back to learning about Jesus










