Stories entwined….

When I fell pregnant I felt like I was a woman of this world. I had always followed my heart over my head without question, and even though it had led me down some rocky paths, I have never regretted any decisions I made. I think I realised somewhere along my journey that choosing the path less travelled, was going to come with more challenges than the straight path, but I was ok with that. It was more important for me to acknowledge and honour my innermost truth, my souls yearning, than to be safe and do what was expected of society.

I had been working on private super yachts for years travelling between the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, and for my wild heart and gypsy soul this suited me perfectly.

When I reached the age of thirty I realised I had never been single, a few intense, long relationships in all my twenties. So I decided then this was the time to truly know me, to see all my lightness, all my darkness and be out in the world solo and free.

Being a true adventurer by heart I hopped on a plane to Los Angeles, a one way ticket, $1000 in my bank, with no idea what the future may hold. I received all the lectures from friends and family far and wide with “your not 18, your 30, when are you going to get your act together and settle down”? Probably never I thought to myself. There was a little fear there but the big, beautiful trust was greater. The night before at a going away party in Sydney I saw a shooting star. Say no more. There was the universe right there backing me.