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Mountain Magic

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 [...]

Mountain Magic2019-03-19T02:53:11+00:00

Walking as Practice

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 [...]

Walking as Practice2019-03-19T02:23:42+00:00

on wish bones

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 [...]

on wish bones2018-10-21T19:20:51+00:00

on a prudent diet

‘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 [...]

on a prudent diet2018-10-10T15:47:11+00:00

on the five gaits

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 [...]

on the five gaits2018-10-10T15:32:04+00:00

on the dancing lights of the north

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 [...]

on the dancing lights of the north2018-09-24T09:40:52+00:00

on talking to the hidden people

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 [...]

on talking to the hidden people2018-09-17T10:17:01+00:00

on the tip of the iceberg

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 [...]

on the tip of the iceberg2018-09-13T12:14:05+00:00

on talking to the tongue

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 [...]

on talking to the tongue2018-09-02T17:45:03+00:00

on being with rock

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 [...]

on being with rock2018-08-25T15:14:57+00:00
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