Stirling Range Yoga and Walking Retreat 31 May - 3 June 2024 I invite you on a weekend retreat to the Stirling Ranges in the Great Southern. On offer is a simple menu of breath, yoga asana and walking based at the foot of the mountains. Then, add to that nourishing ayurvedically [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Three weeks on and with great gratitude to Bindu, who I met on the trail, I now have a record of the Great Crossing through the southern highlands of Iceland (my camera became waterlogged on day two). In awe of the goodness of the planet, I revisit the splendour of those four days. I write it [...]
