It’s been just over a year since one of my oldest and dearest friends passed away. A facebook memory popped up and it broke me into pieces. She died 391 days ago, in the UK, just as Covid moved from a vague Chinese flu to a worldwide pandemic. By the time the coroner’s report was … Continue reading Good Grief

It feels like space mountain. Or a rollercoaster at Six Flags. Not just any old rollercoaster, one of those rickety old ones that goes clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety, click, click, click ... click... until you reach the top. You know it's coming. You can feel the anticipation. Your body tenses. You prepare your stomach … Continue reading Processing a Global Pandemic

I've been thinking and writing a lot lately about Soul contracts and life choices. How much of who we are and what we do is pre-determined, or predestined? What is free-will and do we really have it? And then of course, an article appeared in my newsfeed on facebook as if it was pre-destined (or, … Continue reading Choices

My soul path is to communicate. To be an oracle, to speak my truth, to illuminate and to share my wisdom. If that sounds like arrogance, please know that this is not where I'm coming from. I truly believe in my soul's journey towards creative enlightenment. My soul is too alive, too creative, it's not quite … Continue reading …The Tough Get going.

I've hit a wall. This was the last thing that I thought would happen to me. After everything I've been through, the surgeries, the meds, the pain, all of it, I knew I had to hustle and regroup and somehow get my shit together. My last job was a toxic mess. I’d been bought in … Continue reading When the Going gets tough…

My friends joke about me walking in to walls, the mystery bruises, a broken toe from attempting high heels. Makeup lasts 2.5 seconds before it becomes panda eye. Tongues are burnt from cups of tea, fingers caught in doors, heads bumped, knees knocked. Hair is poky and mussy, no matter how much I brush it. … Continue reading Un-co Confessions

I barely had a chance to open my eyes before the words floated into my head: “What’s the point??” I stretched a little and wriggled my toes. The ol' knees creaked as I stood up, flicking the blanket to the floors. It was still dark outside. I stumbled a little but managed to catch myself, … Continue reading The Voice in my head