From the mountains of Iceland to the Great Southern I invite you on a weekend retreat to the Stirling Ranges. I offer a simple menu of breath, asana and walking at the foot of the mountains. With nourishing Ayurvedic meals and a good climb I look to inspire a ‘take home’ practice to [...]
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I love to step outside. I like walking, walking and reading, walking and thinking. I feel a necessity for walking. I walked the Camino Way last year. I walked for everyone I know and knew. I walked to regain control of what it means to be in my body, what it means to walk [...]
Well, I was out hunting with my spear and happened to stumble upon bundles of steam in a blue oasis. So I hopped in for 12 hours to be renewed. Seemed the right thing to do. I turned fifty. Odd. With new skin attached I walked back to my little red tent in the pitch [...]
‘when diet is wrong, medicine is of no use; when diet is correct, medicine is of no need.’ AYURVEDIC PROVERB Being prudent is an artform. It is about a way of eating that is of benefit to most people most of the time. And followed routinely will result in being well. A long-term prudent [...]
She crouched in the grasslands adjacent to the steep slope. A carpet of brown toned to soft reds against sharp blue. Trumpeting and snorting, a snake weaving. The din of horse hoof pounded the dirt. A woman among riders. I join the farmers and their Icelandic horses. Ergo, a Viking import, is pure, permitted so [...]
Something stirred in the matrix. The night’s vibrant guitar patterns filtered through the house of ill repute. Her voice a magnet. I stepped into the chill to walk. The late hour asked for a casting eye upon shed projects. Nightwalkers pinged each other to tell of a velvet sky, a theatre of stars. Her car [...]
Found. They were hidden. I stroll across the old mossy clad harbour, her chasms and clefts filled with Huldufólk. I hear thud of horse hoof, a carriage carcass. Cries of un-fathered babies spilt on the rocks. Starvation and struggle, fierce. I sit looking at the dividing line where said whales come to feast. A scent [...]
I see her in my dreams tapering into an oblique void of invisibility. An apparent nothingness, yet somewhat real. I feel her shapely figure, her depleted strength. Her tip had gone with disorientating speed. She lay wasted now, floating randomly, a shadow of her former self. I had witnessed tragedy. I saw an iceberg. I [...]
Each morning I talk to my tongue when I wake. She tells me her story. I see how the past shows up. How physical, emotional and environmental toxins display themselves overtly. She is shy, yet friendly and enjoys a good clean like any other part of the anatomy. I think about the land and how [...]
Rocks are forming part of my art practice here at the art residency in Skagaströnd, visually defining a feminine aesthetic. I see them, I walk on them, I feel into them. I draw them. I dance on them. I am one, because I am a mother. Walking to the studio, along the cliff edge or down [...]