Ganesha, Mandala and The Flower of Life: My tattoo

As an artist, I do love tattoos. Especially when they are well-designed creations painted with skill. However, this isn’t quite how I would describe my initial four small tattoos which were impulse purchases between the ages of fourteen and eighteen. Absolutely no thought went into them whatsoever. I literally would just rock up the nearest tattooistContinue reading “Ganesha, Mandala and The Flower of Life: My tattoo”

Daily Gratitude

Today, I’m thankful for my life. For the fact that I’m here. Living. Breathing. Experiencing. Loving. Working. Last week, someone I knew eighteen years ago, died. It hit me surprisingly hard. He was a good man and a very dear friend to me. More like a surrogate father really. We drifted apart and, now he’sContinue reading “Daily Gratitude”

Eight Things I Love About Goa!

Goa. The little state in West India, famed for the long stretches of beaches, sweeping palms, full moon raves and the oldy woldy Portuguese charm. For me, personally, though, it  means so much more than that. I’ve been visiting Goa for 20 years and I love, love, love the place!  Here’s what makes me goContinue reading “Eight Things I Love About Goa!”

Daily Gratitude

Today, I am grateful for….. The abundance of wildlife in and around the ashram where I am staying in North India. I am surrounded by deer, fireflies, bugs galore including many species of ant, caterpillars, centipede’s and more dragonfly’s than I can possibly count, not to mention the butterflies in all their array of differentContinue reading “Daily Gratitude”

Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

I have recently read Autobiography of a Yogi and it is the most remarkable and spiritually moving book I have ever read. Here is an excerpt from this profound, life affirming book. There will be many more excerpts to come. Taken from page 171. The knowledge of ‘good and evil’ promised Eve by the ‘serpent,Continue reading “Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda”

A Boy Named Brumm

Goa Rescue Stories Part One When my children were younger, I think probably the twins were around seven years old and Hope nine, Peter and I used to take them down to Colva beach just before sunset for a bit of a play. Colva had a small, pretty unremarkable, play park which the UK healthContinue reading “A Boy Named Brumm”