Here's what I had to say about positivity.....September 6, 2010.....

Back in my Wellington days, I learnt some valuable tools while teaching and working with kids.

As children are less anchored to rules and restrictions, prejudice and boundaries and more open to purity, joy and love, I learnt something very important: what you give out, you get back. 

If I went to class, entrenched in the drudgery of the pitiful weather, the personal problems I was having or simply feeling sorry for myself, what would my classful of beautiful sponges absorb? I would encounter behavioural problems, lack of motivation and focus.

So what happened when I walked in, bright light shining, excited about the beautiful work we were about to create?

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Written on Fathers Day, 2010......

As a girl bought up in a holistic, loving, eccentric, spiritual and theatrical family, it has only recently dawned on me that my Father - now in spirit - was a great man of science.

I remember his electronic inventions - healing machines, machines that produced energy that were absorbed by neutral sugar pills that became incredibly powerful medicines for healing, machines for this and for that. He was a very clever man....... This is not, however what I mean by science.

Morris had a unique understanding of the powers of those scientific forces beyond that of what we see.

Lets take Gravity for example. People have theorised it, written it as a mathematical equation....but - the fact remains that we cannot see it and yet we feel its effects.

Do you believe that this and the other 'written down' equations are the only ones in existence?

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At the time that the photo in my hand was taken, I was almost 20. The jacket I'm wearing in the picture was from Kmart and was a XXXL. I was tipping the scales at around 110 kilos which for my relatively small 5 foot 6 inch frame was exhausting.  I wore oversized clothes, was covered in stretch marks and was rife with crippling anxiety. My daily university diet consisted of pinwheel savoury scones, wedges with sour cream, litres of coke....and I dont even remember dinner. Then one day I decided that if my heart was racing like this, there must be something seriously wrong with me so I started to make a change to what I ate.  

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Here is an article I wrote on April the 2nd of 2012.  

Just as I was beginning my own transformation......

For some reason, mostly unexplainable, today saw me descend into a funk. Now usually this bright and breezy butterfly is full of the joys and wonders of life - amazed at how awesome my life is!

I sat with my friend Craig and tried to decipher all the reasons why. Something I ate?  Old memories? Blah blah blah.......Even if I could label the why, what, where, how etc, did it matter?

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