December 25, 2016

There is a presence, a silence, a stillness, which is here by itself. There is no doer of it, no creator of this stillness. It is simply here in you, with you. It is the fragrance of your own self. There is nothing to do about this, it is naturally present. The fragrance of peace, this spaciousness, is the fragrance of your own being ~Mooji~

As we grow we learn that stillness is key.

There is a point at the top of our, inhale and the bottom of our, exhale, wh...

November 24, 2016

It doesn’t matter who you are, how enlightened you are, what you do for work - you can always find yourself in situations that test, who you are and what you are made of...

This week past I was blessed to be interviewed by a journalist form my hometown newspaper, on a subject close to my heart that effects more people worldwide, then we care to know.

As this year progresses, its approaching “White Ribbon Day” in my original home of Australia, and this transla...

October 7, 2016

Sometimes we just need to talk things out and be done with it! right? 

There is a constant nagging in my mind that I know all of us have. 

Do I discuss my past and maybe, in clinical terms “re-live” what has past, or do I leave it in my minds eye and deal with it, in clinical terms ‘suppress” it? 

There is no right or wrong.

A saying I always remember from my childhood is “A problem shared - Is a problem halved” …

So now. Don’t question what needs to leave your...

September 9, 2016

Our past experiences shape who we are in our present moments. Running at high speed we can try. Supressing our memories into boxes we close and tape up, to store in the in attic of the our mind’s we can hope will work. 

And then just as simple as sitting down, everything unravels and all of what we think we have buried, grows at high speed. 

Something then collides in our sense’s ... As simple as a sound, song, voice, image, aroma, emotion, and we are slung s...

September 4, 2016

I watch the warmth of the bright orange sun set behind what seems like an invisible sheet hanging in the sky over the city of Kuwait, but it's the clouds so far off in the distance hidden by the haze of the beautiful arid desert....

My chai is warm on my lips and spicy on my tongue, it feeds my soul a space of calm in what seems to be an intense space during this new moon...

My physical body proving it holds emotions of the past as it does not allow me to pra...

June 19, 2016

After two and a half years of a life in the beautiful arid lands of Morocco, only to jam my life into two boxes and a suitcase.  Time has a funny way of keeping it real.

I have been home now for two months.  When I say home, I mean where my parents live. For me I kinda make a home wherever I go...

It's not until being back within the warmth of my family and friends that I understand how burnt out I actually was. Two and a half years of consistent work and a h...

January 4, 2016

There is a place between living and sleeping where we can find ourselves and I believe this is a place of exhaustion… We have all been there/here…

One foot in front of the other, right. left. right! but we do it and we get by and sometimes when we look back we are not sure how we got to that/this present point but we are there/here. living. breathing. feeling.

To look back shows us that we have memories. To look forward is manifestation of ambition. And to li...

June 22, 2015

A friendship from my peripheral vision. A love that has given me strength to walk the steepest of mountains. A humble place nourished and shielded by you…

I know that time between now and then will seem fleeting, almost animated… A surreal hue of change in the air, with inevitability my heart holds a heaviness to know that my eyes won’t wake up with yours everyday, salad will no longer be a part of my breakfast view, and a face that some people would say is...