writer. traveller. life unraveller.
We can begin again at every moment. No matter where we are, what we've done, said, thought, or felt. There's no effort required. There's no script for change, either in thought or behaviour. No contracts with the self, other people, the universe, nature, or with God. It's like taking a breath. You can't really control... Continue Reading →
Click play to hear the audio version. In my blog, What I Learned From a Balinese Healer, I told the story about meeting Cokorda Rai, a well-known healer in Ubud, and Ketut, a young man introduced to us by a friend. While both experiences were insightful the main realization I had was that pain can... Continue Reading →
If you prefer listening to reading, click play below and enjoy 🙂 When I first heard about the island of Bali, it was while reading the book titled Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. The imagery she used to depict the small Indonesian island had me wriggling in my lawn chair, desperate to launch myself... Continue Reading →
If you'd rather listen, click play below 🙂 Every once in a while I have a day where I feel more connected to the stars, the moon, the cosmos, the things hidden from the plain light of the material world–the "real" one, as most of us call it. I crave going further into the abyss... Continue Reading →
“The conundrum of body is the starting point in yoga from which to unravel the mystery of human existence.” - B.K.S. Iyengar In the past year I’ve discovered that yoga is one of the best things I’ve ever done, and continue to do, for myself. What started out as an enjoyable way to stay fit... Continue Reading →
So, I wrote I book, which is actually a collection of blogs–my musings and stories of a two-year-long life now passed. If you're interested in reading some amusing, crass, heartfelt stories, check it out on Amazon.com, and please leave a review! Here I share the preface/introduction to my book, A Single White Female in a Foreign... Continue Reading →
“Leen, Leen!” He yelled my name from across the street, this tiny, frail man dressed in worn, yellowed office clothes a couple sizes too big. His belt was pulled tightly around his thin waist. He was sweet-looking. Not desperate or hungry or tired, just simple and curious, asking for stamps. I saw him the first... Continue Reading →
I write to expose my vulnerability in an effort to relieve it. I write because I am furious for the situations I have voluntarily placed myself in and writing is my way of escaping that anger or trying to understand it. I write because I am trying to know myself better or I’m making up... Continue Reading →
There’s an idea out there that long term travellers are constantly on holiday. I understand why it appears that way. One minute I’m in Vietnam motorbiking through the mountains and in the next moment I am in Thailand swimming in lagoons far too magical to be real and writing blogs about places I never knew... Continue Reading →
Be careful what you ask for. Not just because you might get exactly what you want and few things are more heartbreaking than that, but you may not actually know what it is you’re asking for. That’s the heartbreak bit. I drive like a bit of an asshole. I don’t drive like I own the... Continue Reading →
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