The Critical Path
I’ve been trying to figure out how best to convey what’s happening here in Abadiania. And the truth is, I can’t really – not in terms that you’ll be familiar or comfortable with. 1,087 more words
There was a sea of people dressed in white as Beloved and I arrived with another companion at the Sydney Showgrounds to see John of God. 1,656 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
High Heeled Pilgrim
Sometimes we find it difficult to give ourselves permission to pursue what we truly seek for ourselves.
The inner saboteur is adept at finding reasons to rationalise why you shouldn’t proceed down that road less travelled… 406 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
My eyes were closed…
I lay beneath a soft white blanket.
I was surrounded by approximately 50 other souls in a dimly lit room with serene music playing. 1,088 more words
So, here I am in Abadiania, Brazil – a small town a couple of hours outside the capital, Brasilia. I strangely felt right at home when I arrived here to Pousada Austria (my guest house) late Monday night. 1,102 more words
A few months back, I stood at the Prime Meridian in England, looking one way to the Eastern Hemisphere and the other way to the Western Hemisphere. 1,500 more words
1 month, 1 week
1 month, 3 weeks