Month: January 2022
In a quiet moment on my own, My mind occupied with other things, I was shown the way my life […]
Sit. Until I am Done.
I wrote this piece in February 2013. It provides some insight into where I was at that time with regard to my journey to radical freedom. It was before re-entering academia. I was immersed in motherhood, yoga and Buddhism. I could see the world around me in pain and felt helpless to do anything about…
Shifting what is stuck
My awkward stumbling upon naturism landed me smack centre stage of my own comedic release from something I’d imprisoned myself with my entire life. But it wasn’t what I’d thought; somehow, I’d locked myself up in my own smile…
Mindful pause ii
A moment of reflection on the journey so far and a reminder to all; the world needs to hear your voice, and receive your gifts. Now more than ever, we need everyone who cares, to stand for what they believe in, for what they love.
Awakening the self
I wasn’t expecting my inner child to be waiting for me at this point. But I had once seen the moment in a meditation. A moment of quiet reflection after a a long, difficult climb. When the child, the maiden and the crone sat together. And as the maiden held the child, the crone told…
To close a chapter.
Others who experienced this would not criticize me for exaggerating if I were to say; It is a trauma loop that is emanating noxious waves throughout the business and perpetuating cycles of coercive control and toxic masculinity. To a greater or lesser degree this is happening throughout our organisations, everywhere. Perpetrated and perpetuated by people…
Censorship and codswallop
Yesterday I was locked out of a corporate social media account, that I now realize was never mine.
Hippie in the business school, a new perspective.
More damaging than drowning in a demoralising sea of bureaucracy, is death by corporate culture, where blame and control are used like sniper rifles. A silent shot from a loaded smile and the outcome is the same, once you’re in their sights…
A mindful pause
I reflect on the first days of this journey being public, the words of support, the tokens and symbols of solitude and shared conviction; and with curiosity I watch the little sprinkling of self-doubt flutter over me…. But still I hold dear, the words of love from my sisters and brothers in transformation, each word…
From the willow tree…
Walking away from my academic career (for the second time), wasn’t a choice, it was the reintegration and realignment of my relational and introspective selves, a resolution of dissonance; a reclamation of sovereignty.