Rahm’s mother I tapped the table with her fingers then focused on me intently. “A woman’s power lies in her womb.” She said. Her tone was gentle, but strong, and in my state of being I was completely entranced. “Her womb is a sacred site on her body. If someone enters this sacred site without …
Climbing into the back of Erin’s van, I marvelled at the decorative style that he had created. Batik sarongs, psychedelic hangings over a carpeted interior wall lining, kept me warm as I lay on his mattress. Bundles of his clothes sat to my right with Kristen and my backpacks on my left. I had chosen …
The connection between Kirsten and I blossomed, and our intimacy took on a fearlessness that only deep trust in one another could allow. She was an English Rose, her skin tanned by the Australian sun, her mind open to all possibilities that presented themselves even if they took her out of her comfort zone. Her …
I lived in Byron Bay on two separate occasions in 1997. Firstly, in the winter of that year for around two weeks, and then for another six weeks later in the year. The Byron region would be instrumental for me as I made enormous shifts in conscious awareness and gained a greater understanding of the …