10/12/2025
As I reflect on this past 4.5 weeks in mama Bali, my heart releases a gentle tear. Not in grief, but in awe. And in deep appreciation. For following a series of soul-led nudges that I didn’t really understand, to have me here at this specific time to have the most unexpected and beautiful experience.
This trip held a different energy. I’ve laughed more than I have in the past few years. I’ve danced in the rain. Made new friends, had new pathways of life open up that I couldn’t have planned for, remembered more of who I am and made space to heal some parts of me that serve no place in my future. This is an ongoing journey.
Life is a funny funny thing. And there is no sense trying to make sense of it, because our soul has its own path, and we have our own free will - making this a cosmic dance between the two.
Being moved by life and making our own moves
Of recognising where we are still contained by our past and opening the doorway of enquiry to understand its influence and allowing ourselves to hold our desires
A series of choices
Compassion for ourselves
A bucket load of forgiveness
And an openness to letting life and love and joy in
There is nothing I teach in my work that I haven’t journeyed myself. This is of great integrity to me and I know that the past few years of chaos and turmoil, inner and outer destruction have led me to a place where I can better meet myself, better know myself, and better hold myself to my truth
Which is ever changing
This dance of life
And from my heart, tears flow.
In awe of this mysterious life and the preciousness we are met with when we remain open to it all