Dive In

When you dive into yourself, what do you find?
Is your inner pool clear?
Do you have algae and debris covering the floor?

When you dive into your pool, do you disturb that algae?
Do you make the water murky?
Do you start to feel clouded, overwhelmed, unable to see?

When you have disturbed that algae, do you scoop it out?
Or do you wait for it to settle on the floor again?

We all know that we can swim along in life, with this murky pool floor beneath us.
Its not healthy for us, but we have been swimming along like this for so long now, we are afraid of how big the job would be to start clearing it away.

Stop being afraid.
Find the strength and desire within to help you clear this.

Yes it will be hard, stressful and uncomfortable.
But living with this is not the answer






I have felt discriminated against as a woman for as long as I can remember

From things such as men only talking to me to see if I would go home with them.

To walking outside to a group of guys, who immediately stop talking.

A situation arose the other week where I noticed that I was listening to some male friends speaking.

We were standing around, and having an open conversation.

The minute I started talking about a subject, the guys started to talk among themselves.

Some even walked away.

The only open ears left were those of my female friends.

Now maybe I have just grown numb to this behaviour over the years, but this time it almost reduced me to tears.

To feel like your voice is not heard, even in a group of your friends, is quite disorientating

This is not all of my male friends by the way.

I also don’t believe those young men were even aware of what they were doing.

Young men, old men, listen to me

To practice feminism we need to be accepting of everyone.

Everyone has a voice

Everyone has a story

If someone is kind enough to listen to you

You should show them the same kindness.

Listening is key

Try understanding a new perspective

Openness leads to knowledge

Knowledge leads to understanding

Understanding leads to love



That crack your voice makes when you are talking about something difficult.
You know the one.
That teeny, tiny sound, that unravels all of your bravery, and exposes your vulnerability.

That crack is so powerful.
Not only does it allow your audience to understand exactly how hard this is for you.
It also allows you to drop the front you are putting on.

You don’t have to be strong all the time.
It is all okay.
You are but human after all


Australian Road Trip

Long winding roads.
Turning through hillsides and sunsets.
I feel loving energy on my left.
I turn to familiar faces.

These two woman who are with me bring me light and love.
They strengthen and ground me.

We run.
We laugh
We listen
We share
We appreciate.

Everything was and is beauty.

This ancient land opened her heart to us.
Welcomed us to her salty shores, and ruggered mountains.

We felt her mud under our toes, and washed it away in her creeks.
We felt content as we watched the stars, safely cradled by the milky way.

This land is our home

Van Life 2017

A poem and video dedicated to Celeste, Nicole and our Van named Santosha.
Santosha is sanskrit for content, which is exactly how we felt as we travelled around our home.



You are not physically gone
But you have disappeared

The memories we shared
Are only my memories now

And when I look into your eyes
I feel nothing back

You are absent
Your soul has been silenced
And I have mourned losing you

I hope peace comes to you
The confusion washes away

And I hope somehow,
Deep down you know
That I will always love you

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You once told me that being brave is being afraid, but doing it anyway.
Well I suppose this is where I am right now.

I am walking into this next chapter without you here.
Moving into the unknown.
Against my wishes and my desires
Trying to keep an open mind and an open heart to these new experiences.
Looking for something familiar.
Searching for the path that is right for me

But also being afraid that they only thing I ever wanted to do,
Was to walk into these unknowns,
With you by my side.


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Dear Love,

Dear Love, do me a favour?
Tell me what I’m scared to ask?
I know he says he loves me,
but I feel his love has past.

Tell me if his love has shifted
If it has taken another view
His actions speak louder than his words.
In the sense that there are so few

Dear love, be honest with me
Does he feel this love’s a task?
I know he says he loves me
But I feel him slipping fast.

Can you tell me if he cares,
Or do you feel that it’s a clue?
That this love is getting stale
Perhaps this love is through?

Dear love, please forgive me.
I know I’ve asked a lot
I know he says he loves me
But I’ve given all I’ve got

Can you tell me if I’m better off
To let him be alone
To go and find another love
Another heart to call my home

Dear love, thank you for listening
I think I know now what to do
His love it’s not for me no more
I accept this to be true