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For decades, I’ve dedicated myself to teaching the art of defining healthy boundaries while continuously refining my own. The concept of boundaries is deeply personal to me, and I’ve observed a common misconception around what constitutes a healthy boundary. Read more to discover what I’ve learned…

When we have spent a lifetime pleasing, or placating, or adapting our self to accommodate the expectations of others, out of fear or out of love, how do we even know what our genuine boundaries are?

Where will I choose to direct my attention? The choice of the story I create, the feelings I then have about my story and where I direct my attention are all totally up to me…

India drew me back to her again this year to bring closure to 2023 and invite in 2024.

As exotic as the travel may be, this year India is primarily an inner pilgrimage for me and it occurs to me that much of 2023 has also been an inner pilgrimage…

One question I am asking my self is "what is it in me that wants to be born?” What questions do you ask yourself in times of transition?

Recently I put a few of my reflections about transition into a blog for The Haven. I’ve since made a few tweaks and am sharing it here in case you missed it!

Our Third Birth is when we integrate and fully embody the unique characteristics and multiple dimensions of our whole self. We wake up to our interdependence with all around us.

For centuries breathing methods have been foundational to the lives and practices of healers, spiritual guides, shamans, mystics and explorers in consciousness. By losing touch with their wisdom about breath we have lost touch with nature and our natural selves…

Oh what a time this has been and Oh what a time this continues to be.  It seems to me that our weather is another manifestation of the elements stirring within us and amongst us during this turbulent time...

The forest has been, and is, my go-to place for renewal.  I am deeply grateful for the privilege of spending hour upon delightful hour wandering the trails discovering new treasures.  Recently I was drawn to a spot at the base of ancient moss-covered boulders and I accepted their invitation to stay with them a while…

Although on the surface your death was shockingly sudden, a heart attack the coroner ruled, I believe you were preparing, yourself and me.  In your uniqueness of being, the veil between the multiple dimensions of realities was thinner than most…

Breathing is the thread that ties together chi, life force – the mysterious and magnificent life force -- that enlivens and interconnects our singular being with our soul, our experiences, our pains and joys, agonies and ecstasies, our stories, our emotions, our thoughts as well as….

One of the primary ways I trap myself within a small, limited existence is by breathing minimally. I/we have forgotten and detached from what I am capable of with my body, my mind, my imagination, my intuition, my guts, my heart, my soul. Conscious breathing is the portal to these multifaceted, brilliant, expansive dimensions.

I believe that many of us humans are living with profound separation trauma having uprooted ourselves bit by bit throughout the centuries from our interwoven relationship with the natural, more than human world.

I’ve emerged from the gauntlet of 2018 rearranged in some ways, transformed in others, grateful and happy to Be! I’ve missed being in contact and feel regret for not being more inclusive through writing sooner with an update. So many of you have generously inquired about how I have been and how I am. I am grateful for the constancy of your caring.

I have been drinking in the abundance of loving, learning, letting go of limitations, savouring life moment by moment, bursting with gratitude.  Soul nourishment is the most powerful medicine there is, every bit as crucial as food, sleep, medications. 

My intention for writing today is to break my silence and to attempt to put some expression to the exquisite gratitude that I am flooded with by reaching out.

I am lost. There are times when I touch into familiar territory and rest there for a while, however when I peel away the surface crust of my now wearing-thin coping patterns I feel the raw underbelly of not knowing.

Wondering whether pigs have wings is not out of the ordinary for me these days. In fact, the day has arrived – I believe it is possible…

Navigating cancer is proving to be a journey like no other I have undertaken, nevertheless I’m not intending this to be exclusively a cancer blog….