Recently, I sent an email. The rumours are true. But, seriously. I showed up for myself big time by sending an email to someone who had not maintained a safe emotional space that they had initially invited me into. I honoured my self-care and my needs. I could have ‘protected’…

I am a tall person by societal average. That has meant I have developed a relationship with my body in space, shaped by most of the messaging I received growing up stating that I was ‘too’: Too tall. Too big. Too heavy. Too strong. Too much. The other day I…

I happen to co-exist with someone whose birthday coincides with International Women’s Day. I love to share words of witness with her on this day where the world’s women are celebrated while I also get to celebrate the otherworldly being she is. I am currently in a phase of absorption…

Everyday is the day to celebrate women and their power. It’s officially International Women’s Day…in March. I wrote some words a couple of years ago on that day in order to honour all Shes and Hers and I thought I’d share it here and schedule it for March 8th, but…

I want to share some words about…words…and how they can be utilised as a low-stakes access point for being intentional, loving and present when we communicate and connect, and choosing curiosity to practise empathy. The simple fact is that we are responsible for the words we use. And every single…

There are myriad avenues for storing your various things online (or on devices in general)… Your email inboxes and folders Cloud storage (your Google Drives/Onedrives and what-have-you) Your phone, tablet, laptop/desktop We all keep — or metaphorically chuck — Stuff into our technological cubbyholes. Such as: those documents you had…

I’m pretty new to the scene when it comes to having a website and the facility for people to sign up for things. I’m certainly new to the realm of offering the workshop I created and coaching services. I’m even more certainly new to the concept of writing words, which…

I can’t remember where I heard the following question, or the exact wording for that matter, but it was put forward as a way of acknowledging our personal preference for getting started/inspired in creative pursuits. Do you prefer to sit before a blank piece of paper, or a piece of…

I wrote a poem for AC. It’s dedicated to her. It is also for all and any women who don’t feel seen; who do not feel or have not felt witnessed, honoured, cherished, desired. I know, unfortunately, that is true for a lot of women, which makes me sad; it also makes…