On this International Day of Happiness…

  Today is The International Day of Happiness. I discovered that just this morning. Ironically, I’ve also been engaged in a short but furious battle with myself that’s been making me anything BUT happy. Thankfully something changed today. What prompted that change? I’m not sure. It could have been a phone call from a friend. It could have been a …

Walking on Red Dirt

    “Courage is being scared to death . . . and saddling up anyway.” –John Wayne On my morning walks, it almost always occurs to me how difficult it is to walk and run on the red dirt of Western Australia. Nature trails here in the Perth hills are slightly treacherous: hard and dry and uncompromising. Covered in tiny …

To Boldly Go

I was sitting in a hall with hundreds of people. Suddenly, Greg walked in,  young and strong and alive. Within seconds he had the audience in the palm of his hands, just like he had a hundred times before. Stomp-Stomp-Clap. Stomp-Stomp-Clap. Then he started singing and very quickly, the entire hall joined in: “We will, we will, ROCK YOU!” Wooden floors …

Announcing a BRAND NEW WORKSHOP!

Wouldn’t it be great if approached our days with Clarity and Calm? If we had a blueprint for our journey forward instead of kind of lurching from one challenge to the next, coming up occasionally for air? If we didn’t keep making goals that we ultimately abandoned, but set intentions that gently guided us through the inevitable twists and turns stretching out …

What’s with the weird name for my new show?

My 11th solo art exhibition opens tomorrow. I’ve called it Coming Home. I realised this morning that it could sound pretty weird to some. So I’d like to tell you why. Here’s the story: This show is my first in my new home, my first home in the hills of Perth, my first home purchased  on my own since my …

The Hobbit, Three Paintings and Coming Home.

The end of every year is a weird time for me. There is a combination of panic (oh my god, the year’s ending and I haven’t actually started it yet), unrealistic anticipation of change (next year I’m going to grow 5 cm and be super chilled about everything), and extreme fatigue (is it ok to just spend the whole day …

What the Heart Wants.

We exist in the space between where we are and where we would like to be. So much of our life force is spent in imagining we should be other than what we are, where we are, who we are. We are conditioned to yearn. What if we could accept life as it is now? See a field of possibilities …

These were my TOP TEN PICKS of 2017.

For Coffee For the past two years, I have been nurturing a mild coffee addiction, rarely missing a morning ritual consisting of one flat white with almond milk, sipped slowly by the Swan River in Perth at The Partisan. I love this place. It’s not just the coffee. The staff are kind. Marie sees me coming and gets my favourite …

2017: The Year I Lost My Mum (and Gained 927 Miracles)

My earliest memories of my beautiful mother are of her sitting at her desk, surrounded by piles of papers, writing. Mum wrote thousands of letters in her long life. She wrote them by hand, letters of love and encouragement and news and support to people all over the world (or sometimes, just around the corner). She mentored and befriended people …