(This a is story from the mid-1990s when I was living in the Tasman Bay region picking apples in the late summer… a wondrous and wild story) It was a beautiful day in Tasman Bay when I strolled into the garden at Gabby’s home and found Kiriana sitting and drinking tea. She knew that I …
I worked as a Personal Assistant for Suzanne Castonguay from August 1999 – May 2001. To her, I was an open book. She knew my life story the moment I walked through her door to build her the closet with Charlie. Her psychic abilities were extraordinary, and her insights into my downfall were relayed to …
The feeling of helplessness that filled the later part of 1999 was suspended by the kindness of the fellow travellers that I met in Kitsilano and the burgeoning friendships I made with a group of people from Point Grey and Kitsilano. The then occupants of West 10th and Macdonald (in 1999 the house was two …
In August 1999 I boarded a plane bound for Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from Bangkok. I had been travelling around what was once called Indochina, that being the countries, Cambodia, Vietnam, and Laos for around eight weeks on a very tight budget, but had enough money left over to either take me west, to India, …
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 …
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 …
Leaving Port Douglas in early November 1997, I wondered if my life could become any more interesting. My time there felt like a waking dream. Reality seemed malleable, a thought or feeling able to change an experience in any given moment, and it often did, instantly. Port Douglas was a playground for me in 1997, …
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 …