The More You Laugh, the More You Love.

The More You Laugh, the More You Love.

As humans, we underestimate the power that fun, laughter and not taking things seriously have on us being able to live our truth. Laughter is free, yet, we spend most of our time in states of fear, worry, anxiety etc. Those feeling are not the natural state we are meant to be in. Most people don’t even know how to have fun anymore, or how to have a laugh! As humans, we get caught up in our pasts or futures. Or, we focus on trying to make more money, or searching for who we are or what our purpose is. Focusing on those things makes us forget about this main ingredient that can truly help us. We’ve all heard that laughter is the best medicine right? They don’t say this for nothing. Laughter instantly lightens up the energies and atmosphere in any room. It enhances moods, it changes the brain chemistries and it helps ward off diseases, but most importantly and simply, if you think about it, laughter connects us. It connects us to each other, to self and ultimately to the God within. Laughter knows no difference, it doesn’t discriminate, it has no borders. It encourages connection. Everyone forgets differences, problems, pain and worries in those moments of laughter. In times of laughter, life is happening exactly how God intends it to happen, simply, freely, beautifully, and, in the moment. And when we are laughing, guess what is usually floating around? Love. Love is the core of everything that we strive to be, do and experience. Laughing expands our feeling of love which then allows us to let down...
A Spiritual Rendezvous in Paris

A Spiritual Rendezvous in Paris

  I’ve been battling with my ego and confidence for many years now… but the battle with my ego has recently intensified. I’ve been told that it is because I’m starting to find my feet, my calling, my purpose, my authentic self… maybe my balls!   A week ago today I made a huge spur-of-the-moment decision to attend an intimate workshop in Paris with Sonia Choquette. The workshop was a few days ago.   I travelled from Australia to Dubai and then on to Paris. All up the two flights were 21 hours long and that doesn’t even count the travel to the airport and the 9-hour stopover in Dubai or the 50-minute delay sitting in the plane waiting to take off. Then when we got to Paris, the train ride to the apartment we booked.   Big deal you may be saying… well yes it fucking well was.   Also, let’s not mention the fact that at the moment, financially, I can’t afford to scratch my arse, let alone take off to Paris! But I listened to my intuition. I HAD to do it and there was no compromising, no second guessing.   Now let me tell you something else… on the morning of my flight I woke up with a swollen red eye! If you could see my eye, you would have thought I had poked it with a hot stick… it was bright fucking red and swollen like a flared up haemorrhoid, not to mention it was bung too!   Gorgeous huh?! Off to Paris, the fashion capital of the world with no way of camouflaging...
Life Lessons Learned from Dog Shit!

Life Lessons Learned from Dog Shit!

I had a major epiphany today thanks to someone I considered a friend. I asked her a couple of questions via messenger and her response to me was unusually abrupt and quite formal, which was really out of character. As far as I was concerned, everything was ok between us. Obviously not! My initial reaction was this, maybe she is having a bad day, or, maybe what I wrote came across as being bitchy, or, was what I asked her offensive in any way, and then I read and re-read and analysed the fuck out of what I wrote and I was like, you know what, no! Her response was unusual, it’s that simple, but, it helped me realise that in the past I have always automatically put myself down in these types of situations, that I have always thought that I had somehow fucked up or done something wrong. (I am from the camp that believes that we are 100% responsible for everything that happens in our lives, so I don’t play the victim.) Anyway, after my initial questions to myself and analysis, for the first time I was like, even if she was having a shitty day or she had a bone to pick with me, it’s not my issue and, it’s none of my damn business. So I responded politely and went about my business and later on, as I took my two dogs, Hannah and Tilda out for a walk I realised something even deeper about myself. I am a fucking control freak and I am too concerned about what others think of me. It’s...
Surrender & Just Be!

Surrender & Just Be!

Sometimes the flowers fall despite the strength of the attachment to the tree. The sky is so blue and the sun is so bright, but the flower just can’t hang on – it’s not the end of that flower, it’s just the end of that flower being in that form, being attached to that tree, being a part of that system. The tree will survive and flourish with more flowers, the flower will evolve into whatever nature has in store for it…they will all survive, they will all evolve and create and re-create into something different, something that is for the highest good of all.  If you surrender to the process, and you simply let go, and follow, follow the nudges and whispers from deep within, you will not be lost, you will not be wrong, you will just be, be what you are in that moment…there is no approval necessary for you to just...
A Simple Way to Finally Find Your True Purpose in Life, Written by Someone Who Took 20 Years to Figure It Out

A Simple Way to Finally Find Your True Purpose in Life, Written by Someone Who Took 20 Years to Figure It Out

How many times have you read and heard people tell you how you can find your purpose and stepped back, still scratching your head? I’m pretty quick to grasp most things in life. So whenever I’m stumped on a topic like I was with this, I know it’s because of one of two reasons: It’s either a) I’ve missed a huge point and need to circle back to the beginning and scan for it, or b) whoever has been explaining it to me, doesn’t get it themselves, either. What does that even mean, to find your purpose? I’ve been deeply considering this question for over two dedicated decades, and I finally rolled up my sleeves and put on my problem solving hat as a former lawyer — it was time to figure this shit out. As a kid, I was always drawn to solving mysteries, so I tapped into that energy and went to my trusty assistant, Google. I Googled “what is the meaning of purpose?” and this is what I found: The reason for which something exists or is done, made, used, etc. Well, shit. When I read that definition of purpose, I thought to myself, no wonder you’re so fricken confused, girlfriend! That definition was simply too fucking huge for me to get my head around. Seriously, trying to figure out why I exist, or why I was made? That shit is going to keep the best of us stuck… and maybe even stuck for at least a few bloody lifetimes. And quite frankly, dwelling on stuff just isn’t my bag — I’d rather name it, clear...