What was it like taking a year off social media?

Hi possums,

As you’ve no doubt noticed, I’ve taken much of the last year off social media + blogging.

My intention originally was to just take a month off because I felt so burnt out, but by the end of the month, I realised it was feeling too good and sweet and right to let go of.

What followed was a year of diving deep into homeschooling, family time and getting to know myself outside of social media rhythms.

I made you a wee video to share about my experiences:

Not a complete transcript by any means, but some notes, if you are video-adverse!

  • It was nourishing and lovely in all kinds of ways.
  • Freed up a LOT of time + brain space – time I devoted to my kids and homeschooling instead which was a brilliant decision, and I’m so glad I did it.
  • I experienced much less anxiety – I didn’t go to sleep or waking up worrying about dealing with the latest internet drama llama.
  • I realised how grateful I was I’ve created businesses that do not rely on social media presence + instead can generate a sustainable income because of my mailing list and recurring income.
  • I discovered that I want to share a lot less about my family and respect their privacy more.
  • I enjoyed creating a business behind the scenes… it felt great to experience not being so public facing.
  • And I also missed blogging! I missed sharing and connecting especially.
  • I feel the energy of creativity returning again, and wishing to share more. Now I can create again, on my own terms and doing it all my own way.
  • Social media isn’t going away, but we can choose our relationship to it and how it works for YOU.

Hope this is useful to you.

With love and gentleness,

On Racism


I’ve been thinking of how/what to share about this for a long while, rolling formats and ideas and words around in my head again and again to see what was right to share.

I’ve been in active research mode for over 18 months, and have been so reticent to speak because I don’t know shit, and didn’t want to create harm by misspeaking. Until I got that not speaking was harmful as well.

So I still don’t know shit, but I’m learning everyday, and the least I can do is point you to people who DO KNOW and can teach about this.

Which is a long ass intro to saying:

I think it’s important for us all to look at the way we may be contributing to racism and cultural appropriation, especially if we identify as white, liberal hippies.

Which can feel really shocking… we are definitely the least likely to even consider we are. Cue: “But! I’m the least racist person on earth!”

I definitely felt kicked on my ass when I first realised I didn’t have a fucking clue about racism. I had to reconsider my own identity: I thought as a leftie highly educated hippy who didn’t identify as racist, I was immune to engaging in racism. I thought by studying Australian indigenous history and issues in university and adoring learning from spiritual traditions from around the world, I was immune. I thought by being an active and passionate philanthropist, I was immune.

Spoiler alert: I wasn’t. And by being oblivious to racism, I was engaging in it.

I totally don’t feel like I’ve dealt with it well publicly before. I’m so sorry. I wish I knew more, sooner. I wish I’d understood more, sooner.

I know this is something I’ll be learning about for the rest of my life. I’ll never master it.

But I’m grateful for all the people who are teaching about this, and all the lessons and wisdom I have learned from them.

And I’d love to point you in their direction to learn from.

I’ll share more resources + books as I discover them.

I’ll be learning right along with you.


The Miracle Bird

Miracle Beams,

I found this photo on my phone this afternoon. My daughter had made it. And it struck me at how perfect it was. I felt like I had nothing to write about.

And yet, a miracle happened today.

How could I forget?


It was my husband who alerted us.

I was at the dining room table with my daughters, starting to go through workbooks for the day’s homeschooling. He ran towards the back door, calling our dog loudly, bringing her back inside.

I looked up.

What’s happening my love?

“A little bird just flew into the window and is laying on the ground. I’m not sure if it’s okay, I just didn’t want Angel to disturb it.”

Oh that’s sad. The poor little thing. We’ll just leave it and hope it comes good.

But then my eldest daughter asked in that silvery, gentle, cautious way of hers:

Mum? Is it okay if I can just go and look at the bird? I’d like to see a bird up close like that if I could.

She was so open to it, and I realised the homeschooling lesson for the day had come flying in, literally.


We decided to move to the window closest to it, so we could observe it quietly without disturbing. And that’s where we sat for the next long while. Looking out the window together. Watching this beautiful, tiny little bird. The girls get their sketchbooks, and carefully draw it laying on the patio. Grey and yellow feathers, sloped beak, a white flash around its eye. Whispering wishes for it to be okay.


We don’t know if he will of course. Not sure if he will recover. I ponder in my head about how if this science observation ends in death, we’ll talk about the circle of life. We just wait, and breathe with him, and hope.

Eventually, after enough staring into space, quietly willing for his shit to be together, he scatters his wings and pirouettes before blacking out again in another tiny, furled coma.

More time, more waiting, more breathing, more whispered wishes, more drawing. Ostara draws the pirouette and flash of yellow grey wings.

Another seizure of energy, and he props himself up against the chair leg before promptly blacking out again.


Beth starts writing a letter in her journal to it.

Dear Birdy,

You flew into our window and it has hurt you very much. You are lying on the ground and we can see your eyes. You will get better and fly away, and I want you to stay, but I also have a drawing of you, so I will remember you forever.

Get better soon.




Finally, heart in our mouths as we watch and witness, consciousness returns into his body. His spirit come home. He stations himself upright, fluffs feathers, watches the world once more.

I read the girls books by the window. I hope he enjoys hearing comics about Fly Guy as much as they do.

The afternoon sunlight falls through the silk tree leaves.

And then, in a span of wings, he is gone.

Back into the world of flight, and light, and living.

We are left, blessed. Blessed for the company, for the time spent with a tiny, unconscious bird. Blessed for his renewal and revival.


I tell my husband:

It was just the perfect visual allegory for me. That’s exactly how I feel when I run into the glass wall of life. I fall down, and lay and wait, staring into space, waiting to collect my shit again. But eventually, life and hope and movement returns again.


It’s evening now.

I’ve read the girls their evening fairy story, tucked them into bed.

Beth wanders out while I make my evening cup of tea.

Mum, I just closed my eyes, and there was our little bird, still in my mind. Isn’t that good?


I feel like our bird was the perfect embodiment of an Easter miracle.

It might be 18 days late, but miracles take time.

It was perfect.

Birdy rose.

So will I.

So will you.


Big love,


Upcoming Webinar: Essential Oils For Libido + Bonky-Bonk Times



Y’all (probably) know I’m one of those Scorpios that LOVES to throw herself into the deep end of conversation and talk about the most secretive topics… like sex, religion, money, mental health and death.

Why talk about the weather when you can talk about the JUICY STUFF?

In the spirit of Scorpio-ness, I’m sharing a webinar about essential oils that support hanky panky urges and bonky bonk times.


It’s happening this Friday at 7am (Australian Eastern time). Other timezones: Thursday 2pm US Pacific and Thursday 10pm London, England. Time zone convertor here.

Jump into my Essential Oils Facebook group here to watch!

I also created some truly incredible Instagram Story images because I AM AN ARTISTE!



My grandmother used to call me “All Ass and No Class.” However, this IS the sassy grandmother that flashed her black bra at my husband the first time he met the family. SOOOOO… to you I say, dear Granny… you taught me well. Ha!


With love and bonky bonk vibes,


How do I run 3 businesses at the same time?

Hi possums!

Over a year ago now, I made the decision to add another business to my stable and run three at the same time (Shining Academy, My Shining Year workbooks and doTERRA). While also homeschooling. Because YOLO and what can I say, I get bored and like to try new things.

This week, I’m going to share tips + tricks I’ve learned to running three businesses at the same time. And things for you to consider if you decide to multi-business it up!

And as always, not a complete transcript, but some notes.

  • It’s useful to master one at a time and nail your marketing and systems in one before moving into other businesses
  • Easier to do another business when it has the same target market – it cuts down on marketing and time
  • Useful to have something that has a different income structure (i.e. recurring, passive, or with different pay cycles)
  • Standard Operating Procedures are key for each business to run as efficiently as possible
  • Looking at your Hedgehog Concept – What is a good economic engine, what are you passionate about and what are you excellent at? STICK TO IT.
  • Have seasons/times for each businesses where you focus. For example, in my businesses –
    • Workbooks now take a lot of time in September, then customer service and marketing November-January
    • My doTERRA business has a lot of action happening at the end of each month
    • My Shining Biz + Life Academy is steady throughout the year with monthly calls and course releases
  • Map out your year of major launches/activities for each
  • Get super lean on what is important, and what is not

So hope this is helpful to you as a multi-passionate-preneur!

You don’t have to give up all your dreams… you just have to get good and lean at one, then leverage that!

With love and abundance,