John went off to Singapore this morning at 4am. He never hears his alarm clock so I have to smack him around the head a few times with a pillow to get him to stir and then a few more times to turn it off, by which point I’m thoroughly awake. So I spent a …
I am so into this whole Mormon marriage thing. It totally makes sense. I don’t know why it hasn’t spread to the mainstream. I for one am IN. Obviously with a few tweaks…like the women should be the ones who get to marry multiple partners. I feel I am something of an authority on this …
‘I am a LOVE GODDESS.’ John and Till stare up at me. (For those of you wondering who Till is – he’s our housemate – he’s like a German Larry David who’s been cross bred with Deepak Chopra and in our affections he sits somewhere between Lily and Alula.) ‘I am a Love goddess,’ I …
Can you believe it? I can’t. I mean two years ago I was just about to set off on a round the world adventure. I had my manuscript for Hunting Lila with me, about 200 pages (loose) that I was editing. I hit the beach in Goa in January 2010 and started writing the sequel. …
This is what day three of a juice fast sounds like: Fuck juice. I hate Ubud. I hate the rain. I hate the cold. I want coffee. You know I bet you green juicing people would tell me that this anger and rage is normal and that my body is releasing emotions along with all …
Home. What do we think of when we think of home? (oooh I realize that was very Carry Bradshaw sounding…I apologise…I won’t now deliver another 498 words of angst about not yet being married/ having a baby / finding love with someone with the improbably stupid moniker of Big). For a while now I’ve been …
John and I are discussing our future and where we might end up living in said future (in 4 or 5 years’ time people don’t panic we’re not quitting Ubud yet.) We’ve agreed the next stop we call home must be hippy, progressive (though the only place filled with more crazies than Ubud must be …
There’s a campaign in Ubud to stop the tourist coaches coming into town and clogging the narrow streets up. Of course this being Bali where organization, foresight and planning are low down on the list of priorities nothing changes. The buses continue to belch their way into town to deposit their tourists outside the market …
‘You always do this’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Act like this’ ‘Like what?’ I ask – though in my head I know full well what he is talking about. John is suggesting I’m acting like a teenager. I shrug, huff, cross my arms over the chest. ‘I’m coming aren’t I?’ I ask slamming the car door. I …
What is that? It’s a rose quartz. It’s to help clear my sacral chakra. Oh. I need to use it when I meditate. OK. Now, I bet every penny in my bank account (which isn’t very much just in case you were thinking of taking me up on that bet) that you’re reading that thinking …
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