Imperfect

I’ve been back into my long walks recently and 11 hours of listening to Wayne Dyer’s Ultimate Library on Audible has kept me company for much of it (along with T. Swizzle’s “Lover” obvs.). This statement struck me and has been on replay in my mind ever since… “My time, my wine, my spirit, my… Continue reading Imperfect

Now for a walk in the black forest

I’ve recently rediscovered the joy of a brisk walk. Winter in Melbourne may not seem the obvious time for this but there’s a kind of magic in breathing in the crisp air and crunching the crisp leaves underfoot. It clears the mind, awakens the senses and rejuvenates the body. I get into a kind of… Continue reading Now for a walk in the black forest