I’m running a bit late in this post. But it’s December. That time when you have to do a hundred things before the year ends… so here I go, better late than never. Last month, for the first time, Sydney was the host of The Big Anxiety Festival. An amazing, mind-blowing event that showcased art,… Read More The Big Anxiety Festival
Continuing from the last post, I was relieved when the Silence came. Not worrying about talking to anyone, looking at anybody, texting or posting. Me with myself. No distractions, no ego, nothing else than me and my soul. The ashram is a beautiful place to enjoy nature, and believe me, when you are in Silence…… Read More My 1st trip to India -part 2-
Last month, I decided I wanted to do a trip on my own. I took all my leave at work, and I booked a trip to India. I wanted to do a couple of meditation courses and I organised to stay in an ashram in Bangalore. India, at first sight, was a huge cultural shock.… Read More My first trip to India -part 1-
I’m on Day 4 of the Ration Challenge and I’ve been eating rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner almost everyday. I have no snacks, as they’re flat breads and I prefer to save them for the main meals. I had earned 2 teaspoons of instant coffee that I’ve already used, and 8 tea bags that… Read More Day 4 of the Ration Challenge. Half way there!
So this is it! Here’s my food ration for the whole week, starting the Act for Peace Ration Challenge tomorrow Sunday 18 June! A huge thanks to all my sponsors! Together with other 10,000 Australians, we raised $2,199,281 (enough to feed 7,636 refugees for a year). We’re already making a difference in these people’s lives. There’s… Read More I’m taking the Act for Peace Ration Challenge for Refugee Week
I am taking the Act for Peace Ration Challenge during Refugee Week and opening my eyes to what it’s like for refugees to survive on rations. From 18-25 June I will be eating the same rations as a Syrian refugee – just a small amount of rice, lentils, chick peas, sardines, oil and kidney beans.… Read More For one week, I will be eating the same rations as a Syrian refugee
Maya Angelou, 1928–2014 You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons… Read More Still I Rise