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I never expected to feel more vulnerable as I got older.
Perhaps I thought I’d be in a rocking chai...
Recently, in the early hours of the morning I finished the book, The Seven Skins of Esther Wilding b...
I heard a thud and I knew it was a bird that had hit the window. We had a lot of glass around our ho...
Sometimes I think I'm just way too sensitive for this world. But if you're reading this, maybe you f...
When the lovely, Luanne Mareen, in her Answering the Call of Your Purpose series, interviewed me rec...
My daughter took this photo in Melbourne early in 2020.
Contemplating my beautiful journey with her...
When I visited India some years ago, the one thing that stood out to me most was the grace and elega...
Bitterness.
I see it with some women after relationship losses or long periods of being in a relation...
This one. Me, 23, in Rockhampton in 1984.
A few months later my whole life was about to be turned u...
The first time I truly became aware of my breasts from the inside was when I began breastfeeding my ...
I’m thinking of you, if you are reading this, it’s likely that you are a man or a woman of heart. We...
Unwind to re-wild .... as in return to your instinctive self. That's Womantime.
As this work is all...
