There is something about Melbourne…

I feel like I am betraying perky-bright-eyed-sassy Sydney (you get the feeling I am obsessing about archetypes and how they play out everywhere and in every moment of our lives)… and then there is Melbourne… such a fine city and I would so love to work here and spend more time exploring it… she has all the cultural posturing and groovy-hip-eateries that make me feel so eternally capetonian and at home :-)… and of course delightful having my niece here to enjoy tapas and a fine rioja at Movida…

The irony of my missing archetype

As part of our retreat we will be reviewing the archetypes that are current in our lives… using a fabulous assessment tool created by Carol Pearson, we will be linking them to yoga, music, and perhaps some of our other senses… I laughed when I reviewed my own.. my shadow archetype and the one I need so much at the moment is the Warrior… here I am looking at the sacred feminine… working with women… developing the right brain… and all I need is the inner masculine to kickstart the business 🙂 …

Sacred Goddess in Sri Lanka

From our retreat we took an excursion to a Unesco heritage-listed site, Sigiriya… a boiling hot, slow drive to this enormous rock that has mythological and religious history… I sweated my way up 2500 steps to the top of this monolith… on the way up (between my cursing and heat rash) we stopped in a cave that has been protected from the elements for 1500 years… and there in honour of (some say) Lady Tara are “the maidens of the clouds” … these astonishing rock paintings from the 6th century AD a celebration of the sacred feminine…

A glimpse of paradise


Tropical jungle heat (okay so I did have a heat rash on 80% of my body), yoga twice a day (with our GQ-mag-handsome-fabulous teacher), ayurvedic massages in warm oil (to limit my Vata and Pitta), organic curries and chilli (only adding fuel to my pitta-fire), no electricty or hot water (imagine longing for an outdoor icy jet from a sawn-off pipe), a full moon (that lit the landscape like sunlight), breakfasts of papaya and pineapple dressed with limes (and of course a coconut juice to wash everything down), a lake to swim in (pity a crocodile had come to lay her eggs),

my sarong being day, night and occasional bedwear (why is it I have to shlep 23 kilos wherever I go), bird song, frogs and monkey chatter (and millions of mosquitos and fire-ants), hiking up to monkey rock to witness the sunsets (to meditate on a 360 degree view of this magical landscape)… what more could the hippy within wish for… Ulpotha it was heavenly… a magical way to enter the year… more to follow.

Through the serendipitous portal into the new year

2012 is here and usually I feel like I slip over into the next year but this one felt astonishingly present… we said a gentle and conscious goodbye to 2011 and I sat with all the wonderful and meaningful things the year had meant to me (With the last hurrah of my eat, pray love year…of course I ate until I stood still), did my second treasure map, walked Em’s beautiful labyrinth and wanted to glue myself to the enormous magical crystal in the centre, ate some more, slurped bubbles and collapsed into bed… and awoke to a clear beautiful Australian summer day and greeted 2012 with a sense of possibility and serendipity… given I am off to Serendip tomorrow (I only found out yesterday that Sri Lanka was once called Serendip)… I trust this is an oracle of all the magical serendipity that is to be found in 2012 professionally and personally… So to everyone out there an abundant, delicious, sometime-magical and always-healthy new year…