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What are you pouring into and filling up, where are you healthily pooling and resourced? Where are you pouring/poring ov...
22/04/2026

What are you pouring into and filling up, where are you healthily pooling and resourced? Where are you pouring/poring over and perhaps working your way through, slowly dissolving?

One drop at a time…

Waters sweet sweet waters. I’m reminded of my soft sense of scale whenever I step into the ocean, or when the creek at the bottom of hill moves from a wandering trickle to a roaring rock throwing serpent. When the waters rise up I take notice and when they are absent it is keenly felt. I’ve spent many a summer afternoon running between the water pump and the tanks, drawing the creek up the hill.

I’ve spent many days casting water and good intentions on the sauna stones with the prayer of dislodging some stuck muscles or sore emotions. Gently, patiently breathing through what comes to surface.

Think/feeling with the Daoist praxis of wu wei - effortless action or non action. As I heard it explained, in the brilliant podcast, between the covers with David Noonan and Bayo Akomolafe, while it might appear that the canyon holds the water, setting the course, over time, water wears away and makes its passage. Patience. Doing nothing - but nothing is left undone. The intention is clear, it’s the allowing that can sometimes appear as apathy I suppose. This was what they tried to untangle in the conversation.

Holding gently the simple things I value in these tumultuous times.

Hugs. Here for you.

1st image from ._ of
the rest from elsewhere

Crisp mornings stealth toward the edge of frost, the flying river hovers like a bird of prey, watching. I let sunshine s...
06/04/2026

Crisp mornings stealth toward the edge of frost, the flying river hovers like a bird of prey, watching. I let sunshine seep thru my eye lids and the touch of fire to warm inside my bones. What the sauna knows.

The 2pm southerly rolls up on the dot, more punctual than a quartz clock, lapping the shoreline with a gentle roll call of waves. Unfurling into the cycle as we succumb to the longer nights and shorter days, imminent fallow of decay.

This seasonal time.

Scrambling amidst roadside thickets limbs stretch towards blackberries, bemused by the sweet reorientation a small fruit can induce. I know they’re a ‘weed’ but there is something delightful about the invitation these plants extend. A reminder of before shops. Before convenience. The way a hand snakes past thorns stretching the boundaries of fence-lines. Breaking a trip with a sweet morsel, slow down before they are all bare brambles punk appendage.

This special time of year.

Images 1,2,4,7 from ._
& pic 4 from .coughlan the rest from moi.

Steaming, dreaming and paying respect of Palawa land, sky and sea

Leaning in to the sunshine these past few days with bitter sweetness. Or sweet bitterness- as it was explained to me, th...
22/03/2026

Leaning in to the sunshine these past few days with bitter sweetness. Or sweet bitterness- as it was explained to me, the original translation is that the sweetness usually precedes bitter… and we need both… in food and perhaps in life too…

autumn equinox

storing some sunshine in my back pocket so that this discrete warm harvest might carry me through the coming seasons, nourish my spirit with delicate beauty in this tender broken world.

Laying petals on the earth alongside friends, a circle of stones. A cup of wild fennel water fills my heart. A bouquet of fallen branches from the rainforest touching the senses as the warm stones wake their pores.

Let’s stay connected.

This gentle language of seeking balance.

I am so often laughing and crying at the same time. Grateful and full of remorse. Admonished by my oversights and overjoyed I have people around me who care enough to say something.

From here we begin the descent of contraction, the annual revolution tilting away from the sun.

Nothing but gratitude.

First image from 🙏🏽 + 2 & 6 from 🌸🍃

16/03/2026

Commissioned my friend to craft us some new sauna seats and they are beyond fancy. So delighted with these new modular benches, made with macrocarpa a choice that was at times regrettable (got swindled with some wet wood) and the build, like most good things- was slow, but well worth it for these local, ethically sourced, masterfully made beauties.

Feels good to look after this little sauna, to maintain this space so we can sit our bodies down, rest and feel the support rise up to meet us. Rest is a form of resistance.

Massive shout out to for crafting the original sauna seats, which held everyone’s, bodies, tears, sweat, laughter and joy through many a season and many sauna. He generously allowed us to pay them off and at the time, that was genuinely a lifeline.

So grateful.

I often feel a discomfort here. Online. Like the bells that ring from high towers, chiming away regardless of who is pas...
14/03/2026

I often feel a discomfort here. Online. Like the bells that ring from high towers, chiming away regardless of who is passing. But I’m not oblivious. I am so grateful for this community, for the warmth, the tender convos, care is genuine. Collective. Felt. We sense it huh. I know I do.

I am at the beach. An uninvited guest on Palawa land, putting one foot in front of the other, trying to make a sweet humble gentle life. But how can I / we, when this medusa of a dystopian crisis is unfolding across the intelligent planet we call earth.

I read a quote recently from Barthes ‘the villain progresses the plot line quickly’, and it nested with a quote from Atwood, ‘a hero needs a villain, but a villain does not need a hero’, these are of course both binary perspectives, but they struck a chord & feel relevant in this current context. Maybe because it was also what came to mind after I spent a few weeks out in the back country and then returned to the temporal / political quickening of expanding horror.

What a privilege. To safely drop out. To go walkabout, not on the run, not escaping, not even hiking the trail, just walking and sleeping on the ground. Under star light and moon beams. Dipping in streams.Simple. A privilege I wish for everyone.

I do not take lightly that I am born in a time / place where I have safety. Abundance. Where I am educated and intellectually active. Especially as a woman. A mother. And I recognise the difference between complicity and criminality.

Limitations.

I recognise the importance in remaining attentive to my responsibilities, and to do this I tend my nervous system, with rest, sauna, dancing, a seat at the table with friends, to be present, so that I might in a small way, be in service to community.

I want to feel, even if it is the breaking heavy grief laden heart of this time. I refuse to have all the joy robbed from me. To be discombobulated.

Connection is co-regulation.
Here for you.
Hold gently my dears.

Lighting the fire as a vigil. Today and everyday.

Two days ago I felt the first finger of cold lay its hand on me. Summer is past, here are some memories.
Pics 3 + 4 from Antoine Chretien
Pink salt from

I bow my head in recognition of international woman’s day - indescribably grateful for the potent, joyous, fierce, talen...
08/03/2026

I bow my head in recognition of international woman’s day - indescribably grateful for the potent, joyous, fierce, talented, humble community of women I am claimed by and whom I choose to be in community with. I witness all the time how women show up for, lean on & into one another, nurture & hold strength & in vulnerability with gentle & sometimes ferocious care… it blows my little heart wide open.

May there always be spaces where women can arrive as they are, and leave feeling a little more themselves. To gather is no small thing. Listening is work. Orienting towards care is a practice.

We are back with the beach between Taroona & Drip… bring yr mamma n’ yr sissy’s, yr g’ma & daughters… here for ya

Pics credits
1, 6, 8, 9
2, 7 ._
3.
4. .coughlan
5.
10 .purcell.artist

Appreciative for the incredible women captured in these images 🤍

Opportunity comes from the Latin porta- which is an entrance or a passage through. The word is associated with doors and...
25/02/2026

Opportunity comes from the Latin porta- which is an entrance or a passage through. The word is associated with doors and entranceways (portal, porch, portico) and an opportunus, then, is what offers an opening, or what stands before an opening, ready to go through.

For the Roman’s, a porta fenestella was a special opening that allowed fortune to enter.

The Greek root poros, which is a passageway for ships but also any passageway, including one through the skin, that is a pore.

Poroi are all the passages that allow fluids to flow in and out of the body.

From ‘trickster makes the world’

Think/ feeling with the opportunity summer delivers with the opening out towards the sunshine, the porous window of play, languishing time with my nose in a book on the shoreline of a tannin soaked lake or with the ocean waves lapping into dreamscape. Kisses on the face.

Hope it has been good to all of you.

We return to the shoreline next weekend 6/7/8th March - the opportunity to sit with the fire, friends and strangers - the door is open.

Here for you.

Till soon.

summer summer summer I’m yoursI dropped my book in the creekthe pages are dog eared like my post swim hair I wanna lie a...
13/01/2026

summer summer summer
I’m yours
I dropped my book in the creek
the pages are dog eared like my post swim hair
I wanna lie around
on sun warmed rocks
cast water on fire warmed rocks
sauna swim sauna swim sauna swim
read poems
that make my heart burst like a new bud
climb into the imagination of others
eat the colour blue (berries)
and wander about picking buzzies off my pants
haul backpacks
and dreams along forested paths
let the air shaped by the singing mouths of others
ripple my eardrums
milk tear drops from my dewy eyes
summer & sauna you are magico

meet you at the shoreline
sauna in the heat helps up build resilience for the hot days
here for you

Images from and moi x

A new year arrives without asking for permission. It comes while the world feels loud, fractured, tender, unfinished and...
06/01/2026

A new year arrives without asking for permission. It comes while the world feels loud, fractured, tender, unfinished and unjust. While the days are long and sunshine seeps into our hearts and lights up the spirit. And both.

We’re stepping into this threshold carrying a lot; grief, fatigue, hope, questions without edges alongside joy, raspberries heavy on the canes, luminous heavy moon over misty tree tops.

New cycles and news cycles. The ground shifts.

And still, the body keeps asking for care. For breath.
For a place to land.

Elsewhere exists for this pause.

For the remembering that we are part of something older than urgency, slower than fear.

As we enter this year, we’re not chasing resolution. We’re choosing presence. Choosing to tend the nervous system. Choosing to gather, sweat, exhale, and return to ourselves and each other again and again.

May this year teach us how to stay soft without breaking.

How to rest without turning away.

How to begin, even here.

We welcome the year and as always are so grateful for this generous and generative community.

Here for you holding the heat.

Summer dates are on the calendar.
Taking some time out in February x

First and last image from Antoine Chretin

A small new arrival in our shop this week: Australian wool, felted into simple, beautiful sauna hats—quiet companions to...
09/12/2025

A small new arrival in our shop this week: Australian wool, felted into simple, beautiful sauna hats—quiet companions to cradle your wild thoughts while you’re in the heat.

A sauna hat helps you stay longer, breathe steadier, and meet the warmth with more resilience. Your head is the highest point, the first to feel the rise of temperature—and your hair, without protection, can crisp and dry in the glow of the stones.

Plants have known this wisdom far longer than we have.

Think of the eucalypt flower and its operculum: a tiny cap that shields the bloom from harsh sun, holds moisture close, and keeps insects guessing until it’s time to open.

Ingenious, right? Who wouldn’t want to learn from that kind of intelligence.

Hats are in stories and on the website (link in bio).

Pick one up at your next session, or we’ll snail-mail it your way in time for the seasons gifting—with care, and a little extra warmth.

First pic of sauna friends from ._
The rest are in house

We have some Australian wool felted sauna hats in the store so you can protect your precious head in the heat of sauna a...
09/12/2025

We have some Australian wool felted sauna hats in the store so you can protect your precious head in the heat of sauna and temperature regulate with support. Sauna hats allow you to tolerate the heat with more resilience as your head is the highest point, while also protecting your hair from going crispy and drying out, a similar reason as to why eucalypt flowers have a cap - called a operculum. These caps protect the flowers from drying out and keep insects guessing until they are ready to bloom.

Plants are ingenious, who wouldn’t wanna mimic them?

Link is in the stories and on the website in le bio. You can collect them from us at your next session or we snail mail… with hugs.

29/11/2025

Saying goodbye to Taroona today after such an incredible season here on the sandy ocean big river banks of timtumili minanya… land of the Mouheneener people • Palawa country.

So grateful for the warm local welcome and generosity of everyone who visited for a steam and a swim and a yarn in between. The winter sunrise here is poetry, the way the cliffs bounce back all the colours of the sun as we rotate through space. The day the pod of seals play-fully stayed for hours, watching the gulls drop mussels on the rocks to snack. All these caterpillars and cup moths… and the wind. Oh the wildest wind.

This quote from Saul Williams ‘wind is the moons imagination… wandering’ has winnowed through my thoughts many a day, the tempestuous velocity, a friend shared how in Ayurveda the wind can at one end of the spectrum bring in fresh energy and creative ideas… and at the other be akin to dementia, a force that scatters making it hard to find focus. It’s been both and everything in between. Such a joy to get to live this time outside in all the weathers.

We will still be rolling out for sauna with the ever divine Drip Beach - come south and meet the shoreline.

Keep breathing while the days get busy and sun lingers long and it feels like time is quickening.

Hugs

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