Grandmother Moon, My Daughter And Me.


After dinner, my daughter and I run in the fading light.

“Roar” she squeals, giggling as she chases me, chubby cheeks aglow, long not-so-toddler-anymore legs akimbo.

When she catches me, we sit on the warm stone driveway, pulling hundreds upon hundreds of grass spears from my shorts, and then her long lilac dress.

She lays down, hands crossed behind her head, watching the sky as I sing her songs and pull one by one by one each tiny grass spear.

I sing to her the ancient songs as I crouch over her little body, the Native American songs my teachers taught me in circle many moons before.

The songs and sounds fall and rise and flow, my wrist flicking grass spear by grass spear.

The stones are warm and the twilight is gentle.

“Moon” she says simply, blue eyes round as she gazes up.

I look up.

There on the horizon, just above the tips of the rainforest, she hangs with her almost-full moon belly.

Grandmother Moon, my daughter and me.


I remember a workshop once, with Ostara still rolling in the deep of my belly.

The teacher asked:

“What do you most look forward to about your child?”

I thought for a while, before knowing:

“I look forward to sharing my spiritual tradition with her.”

And she laughed that dry, jaded laugh that mothers get sometimes, and said:

“You know there’ll come a time when she’ll want nothing to do with it, right? Where she’ll reject all of it?”

And I shook my head and stayed silent, because my story was so different from her own.


It’s not about the crystals.

When I say this I mean: it doesn’t matter if my daughter doesn’t always love crystals or meditation or journalling or healing or talking or art or shamanic circles or intuitive healing or bushflower essences or any of the other myriad ways that my spiritual tradition is sometimes expressed.

It’s not about who I pray to, or if I pray, or what specifics I believe in. Those parts aren’t my spiritual tradition.

She can choose, or choose differently.

It’s all the same to me. Because that IS my spiritual tradition – the one where you choose. The Buffet Tradition of Spirituality – where you choose what’s right for you from the great panoply of possibilities, and leave the rest.


My spiritual tradition is the Great Act of Living:

Of seeking. Of looking for happiness. Of looking for moments where the world is lit up and bright and holy.

Of hunting for who we are and why we’re here and please God, let this be good.

Of seeking. And attempting to see:

see the magic inside you. see the magic in the world.

The magic. The love. The beauty. The sacred. The joy of it all.

I hunt for it + I seek it, each moment, each day, each year.

And sometimes I don’t find it. Sometimes I fumble + grumble + fuck it up + lose my way.

I lose faith that it’s all going to be okay. I forget to still myself to glimpse that tiny window of peace.

I don’t get it right all the time, and I’m not a guru.

Sometimes the only things I see are the things that piss me off, the things that get me down, the things that make me feel attacked.

But then a bird feather finds its way to my feet. The exact right words come my way. I fall back onto the right path. A moment of kindness is bestowed upon me.

And I witness it all again. All the glory and the joy and the choice and the magic.

There, just before me, is the holy.


The hour folds over into warm baths and darkness.

At bedtime, she looks out the window, looking for wallabies or scrub turkeys to say goodnight to. There is only stillness and the moon.

“Goodnight Moon”, she says, but she won’t leave the window, too transfixed she is by that golden orb of light.

I take a deep breath in. There, in that moment, I have a choice.

Each life, a collection of a million infinitesimal choices.

Do I insist on closing the curtain, settling her into sleep earlier?

Or pull it back and let magic (and potential sleep-deprived mayhem) weave its way into our evening?

Do I escape earlier into the night, into my solitude, or do I remain here? Here with Grandmother Moon, my daughter and me?

Where is the holy to be found tonight?

I breathe out, tie the curtain in a knot, pull the pillows close to where the moonlight falls in the window in a great cast of silver tinged light.

We curl up together in the shaft of moonbeam, and watch together the most beautiful light show ever created.

Mists and clouds roll over the moon, enveloping her and revealing her.

Birds flight across the sky atop the rainforest canopy, the last stragglers finding their way home to nest.

I whisper Ostara a story of a woman who shares her full brightness and retreats into a cave each month. I know her story, have lived it.


I dream of all the times before I have gazed in rapture at the moon: as a child, watching as she rose over the farm’s fields, how she painted the land ghost-silver even in the depths of night when I’d awaken to stare out my window. As a teenager when her light would fall through the window of my bedroom in the boarding school dormitory. I gave up the large senior sized room just for a window so I could bask in her moonlight.

And as a maiden, when she was no longer just moon to me – she became family – she became Grandmother Moon. She was kin just as Mother Earth and Father Sun was to me. In her story I learned the rhythms of my creative spirit, the bleeding cycles of my womb, the depth of my own womanly wisdom and intuition. Which is all just a whole lot of words which really mean: when I looked at her, I felt at home. It feels like everything is alight.

Grandmother Moon, she means so much to me. Even when my relationships with my own mother and grandmothers are disrupted, distorted, dissolved, there is always this. This grandmother who knows my secrets. This grandmother who calls out my widest, wildest, most womanly self. This grandmother who reminds me:

I am divine. I am whole. I am home. There is magic in this world.


This is all I hope to teach my daughter.

I’ll say some with words, but most of all I hope to show her by knowing it myself,

so each cell of hers knows the song:

I am divine. I am whole. I am home. There is magic in this world.


And sometimes she’ll forget the song.

And then sometimes she’ll remember again.


Fruit bats fling themselves across the sky now, their silhouettes cast strong and midnight black against the moonlight.

I dream what they are up to. I like to think they are celebrating some kind of tropical Halloween, all dressed up humorously and ironically like Count Dracala, all headed off to some exclusive soirée just around the river’s bend.

My daughter whispers “Moon, Moon” as she tries to find that elusive spot to fall asleep in.

Finally she settles on one of her favourite places since she was born three years and three days ago: laying curled up on my chest, her head beneath my chin.

As a newborn she occupied just the space of my chest down to my belly button. Now five times the size of a newborn, she extends over my torso until her legs tango with mine, down to my knees, her heavy weight soft and warm and comforting.

I fold my arms around her, stick my nose in her hair and we watch the moon together, chests rising and falling together until softly, slowly in a beam of moonlight, she drifts into Dreaming Land.


I kiss her head. I whisper goodnight in the soft fuzz of blonde curls.

She, the daughter I was destined to have.

Me, the woman I was destined to become.

Grandmother Moon, the one who holds us still.


Life changing workshop in Proserpine! In two weeks!



Saturday 31 March




Proserpine + North Queensland Goddesses!

In just two weeks, my incredible mentor Deb Namara from Canberra will be here in Proserpine to run a women’s one day workshop!!!

If you have been longing for an incredible, life changing experience, I can highly recommend this one.

Her work is so very life changing & I wouldn’t be who I am without her.

I will absolutely be there & am very honoured & grateful that she will be sharing her remarkable wisdom & shining spirit with us here in Proserpine! It will be an absolutely remarkable day filled with deep wisdom + soulful women circling.

Download the Joyous Body workshop flier here.

If you’re called to being there, please reserve your spot ASAP – there are limited places. ♥ ♥ ♥

Deb (centre blonde!) with me + part of our women’s circle in Canberra.

Deb in Hawaii…

Me & beautiful Deb many years ago… very blessed to have a dear friend like her!

A painted photograph I made about Deb…

Download the Joyous Body workshop flier here.

If you’re called to being there, please reserve your spot ASAP – there are limited places. ♥ ♥ ♥

Please do share it along with dear women friends. I’m looking forward to this being an incredible, luminous event lighting up each of us & Proserpine.

love love love,

P.S. There are very few things I wholeheartedly vouch for as being lifechangingly transformative… and this is one of them. If you are anywhere in the area, I would highly suggest investing in this workshop… and I can’t wait to play with you there!

P.P.S. And please don’t wait until last minute to book in – we need numbers confirmed by this weekend!


How to Make Blogging Sacred (with sneak peeks in my journal)

Hola gorgeous Goddesses!

I’ve been blogging for seven years now. Blogging – just like anything – can be sacred. It can be filled with soul-medicine and lessons.

Here are the big five I’ve learned in keeping blogging sacred.

1. Write with Spirit

What if you wrote when your spirit calls you?

What if you knew that whoever needs to hear the message will hear it?

What if you wrote knowing that blogging is a sacred act of blessing the world?

What would you write if you were a channel?

2. Stop Comparing Yourself

This has been my big medicine to learn – and I suspect I’m not the only one.

Let’s form a revolt. A radiant, ravishing revolt.

One where we stop comparing our own precious lives with others via stat numbers, comment numbers, or how our lives “look.”

I have felt too much the desire to mould my life to Look a certain way so it is more presentable/radiant/marketable on my blog.

But babe, if there’s one thing I know about this beautiful world of ours… is that our humanness and the thousand myriad lovelinesses and oddities that make us us… that’s what we most need.

We need our different voices.

We need ourselves.

Please don’t abandon yourself at the door of Comparison.

You are loved, and you are so ding dang needed.

3. Your Life Is Not Your Blog

Don’t do stuff just so you can blog about it.

Blogging should always remain one component of life living, not the sum expression of it.

I found these journal pages from years ago… I think three years ago?

And I remember when I wrote them… I was feeling like I fiercely needed to reclaim my life again, and give my life, creativity & spirit some beautiful balance back.

Blogging feels much more balanced for me now – especially since I made this reclamation & declaration for myself…

I wanted to share this glimpse into my own process with you… for wherever you are on your blogging journey… whatever you need to give yourself… however you choose to share… and whatever sacred lessons have been showing themselves to you…


4. Give Yourself Time Out

We need it.

Take Time Out regularly from blogging.

Take Time Out from reading other people’s blogs.

Take Time to re-centre with your purpose, who you are beneath the blog and who you wish to be in this world.

Sometimes reading other people’s blogs gets me outside of my own brain and can hinder my creativity.

Time Out to get back to dancing my own dance is muchos needed.

Remember to apply Cave Time to your blogging adventures.

5. Keep Perspective

Ask yourself the big questions.

If my blog isn’t popular (however that may be defined), what does that really mean on my own soul level?

If I don’t blog every day, if I lose some of my audience by following my own heart, if I am not Queen of The Blog Universe – what does it mean?

Not much. Not much at all.

There is still the moon and the stars and Mama Earth waiting for me to sit on her.

There is still my beautiful dog waiting to heal me with his eyes.

There is still my own sacred, precious life to live, blissfully unblogumented and blog-free.

What are your Blogging Principles?

What keeps your blogging sacred?

Many blessings to you, and me, and all of us,
as we walk our paths of Spirit to find home,
{including as we blog}

You are loved beyond the stars & back by a thousand bazillion angels,

What would it be like to learn from 100 teachers? And ME? For FREE?

My darling hearts,

When I think of how to explain the World’s Biggest Summit

I don’t know how.

There’s a million ways of saying it.

How I had this vision

of all these teachers gathering

to share all the big wisdom in their


and speak it to all

who needed to

hear and listen and know and grow.

Like a university of illumination.

There is something very special happening in this world of ours.

We are all growing so quickly, learning so much,

evolving together.

Over and over, I have


again and again

huge, wild, gobsmacking


Of things I never thought being possible

being possible

and here

and positively scrumptious.

I’ve seen angels in the sky with my love,

saying over and over

“Can you believe what we are seeing? Do you see it too?”

I’ve seen people

open up

blossum and change and heal.

I’ve seen crystals move of their own accord

I’ve felt dogs lick my face at the perfect time.

I’ve given birth.

I’ve healed from Post Natal Depression and Anxiety.

I thought I’d lost me,

but I found her again

and she was waiting there beneath the muck

even lovelier and wiser and more powerful than ever before.

I am in love with this gigantic, glorious, beautiful world.


That’s why I made the Summit.

That, and for many more reasons.

I wanted for

people to be able to learn

what they needed to learn

about everything

creativity, spirituality, business, health, wealth

light bulbs of illumination


for free…

without restriction.

Just turn up…

and give yourself what you need.

It’s been a momentous task

to put this baby together.

It’s been a lesson over and over in not burning myself out,

in asking for help,

in having minimum requirements of rest and play,

of taking the easy way, the gentle way

wherever possible.

It was a big birth.

But, holy DINGER, I am in love with this baby that has been born.

An incredible list of teachers.

Utterly incredible.

At the World’s Biggest Summit

you can learn from

Julia Cameron

Lynn V Andrews

Jennifer Louden

Joanna Powell Colbert

Hiro Boga

David Siteman Garland

Danielle Laporte

The Astro Twins

Christine Kane


Naomi Aldort

Fabeku Fatunmise

Alexandra Franzen

Kate Northrup

Dr Lissa Rankin

Jenn Lee

Jamie Ridler

Jessica Swift

Carrie Contey PhD

Anita Revel

Leah Piken Kolidas

Britt Bravo

Tara Sophia Mohr

Michael Nobbs

Sara Avant

Don’t know all these names yet?

That’s okay.

Let me introduce you.

They are absolutely freaking amazing

at what they do

and have so huge life-changing wisdom to share.


I really wanted this to be a Summit of Love.

I knew it needed to be in October.

It felt like the right month,

that that was when the world would need it.


I am beyond honoured & grateful

how it has all come together.

How everyone said YES.

Incredible, wise teachers.


I am deeply grateful

to every single soul

who has helped share about the summit

to all those who need to hear about it

by writing about it on their blog, to their mailing list, to Facebookywooky, to the Twitters.

Please please please – if you could keep sharing about it

that would pretty much make my life.

I want people to know it’s there.

I want it to help.


And it begins TOMORROW.

Every day, you’ll get 3 or 4 workshops

from incredible teachers

sent to your email…

100 teachers over the month…

teaching big huge incredible things.

Please please please make sure you have signed up.

And share it along wherever you can my love.


Are you ready for the World’s Biggest Summit?

(30 hours to go!!!!)



P.S. Just yesterday, a new baby white humpback whale was seen here in the Whitsundays after it went and played with a sweet family. And it pretty much made my whole week. It feels like white buffalo calf woman, you know?

It’s Autumn! It’s Spring! Time to do some Sacred Space Clearing!

Hola my beautiful Goddess sisters!

Oh sweet ones!

Happy first day of a new season!!!!

It’s Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere!

It’s Spring here in the South!

Happy happy Change of Seasons!!!

I always think of this poster I made a few years ago called Wheel of the Year… us beautiful goddesses walking through our year.

Each step of the labyrinth brings a new season, a new energy into our lives.

Time to be out in the sun.

Time to take stock and reflect.

Time to hibernate and dream.

Time to bloom.

And we get to move through it, being as aware and conscious as we can,

working the medicine of our lives,

to bring forth all we are wanting.

There are many ways to work the energy.

Right now at the change of seasons, it’s the perfect time to cleanse & clear the energy.

To clear away the stuck parts, and welcome in newness.

Welcome in things that will serve us, and help us feel whole.

One of the practices that has been most powerful for me is Sacred Space Clearing.

I began learning it seven years ago in women’s circles, and have been using it ever since.

It’s an ingrained part of my life and my journey now, and I am so grateful for its medicine.

I remember…

A few months ago, right at the turn of autumn, I was feeling really stuck and oof and blark and yark.

I was having odd dreams, I kept being awakened in the diet, I stood in dog crap in the backyard all the time.

Something just felt so very off.

And I went trolloping over the field to visit my friend Amanda & grumbled about the offness.

And she said:

Possum, have you cleared your house lately?

And I laughed and laughed and laughed.

I hadn’t at all. I gathered a couple of supplies, and me and Ostara cantered back home again.

And I space cleared our sweet little house until its grey cardigan of yark melted away, and it was shining and glimmering again.

And life went back into balance again. Equilibrium. Perfectly in tune.

There are so many ways to do sacred space clearing

It’s the thing I get most emails about.

About how to change the energy of the house you’ve just moved into. What to do after you’ve had an argument with your hunky & there still feels like there’s tension in the air. How to make transformation in your life.

And Sacred Space Clearing is the best way I know.

There are so many ways to do it.

Through smudging.  Sacred sound. Space clearing sprays. Altars. Creating angel protection.

And more advanced Sacred Space Clearing, like Crystal gridding & Feng Shui.

How I’ve learned

I’ve learned through some incredible teachers.

For them, Sacred Space Clearing is another tool in a Medicine Woman’s medicine bag. It’s a sacred & powerful tool to help change and realign our lives.

I’ve learned through one-on-one guidance. And these tools? A blog post alone cannot do them justice.

So I created the Sacred Space Clearing Kit. I so deeply believe we all need these tools in our lives.

And I am so committed to helping to share them with the world… with every goddess who needs them, and is longing for them.


What you’ll learn

  • Six powerful tools to cleanse the space in your home
  • How to remove old stale energy from your space
  • How to become your very own Medicine Woman
  • How to feel good & light & shiny again.

When you should use it:

  • At the change of seasons
  • Whenever you need to create change in your life – when you want to invite in creativity, healing, peace & abundance (aka art, happiness & money)
  • After arguments & yucky stuff happens.

Why it’s important

A cleared sacred space in our home & offices means:

  • happier gods & goddesses
  • more art being made & work being done
  • a zenner mind
  • less tension in relationships
  • more money flowing in
  • calmer days.

Please note

Two muchos important things!

1. This Kit comes as part of the Creating your Goddess Haven e-course

2. Are you a Goddess Circle member? You get this kit FREE, dearest heart!

What you’ll get in this kit

All the usual over-ze-top beauty you’ve come to expect from a Goddess Leonie kit!

  • A beautifully illustrated workbook.
  • Two videos on smudging yourself & crystal gridding.
  • A Sacred Space Clearing MP3 created by sound shaman Fabeku Fatunmise!

All tools you’ll be able to use & re-use again… to help you make your home (and life) SO much clearer, happier & shinier!


Get yours here now.



I soooo hope this kit helps you make a shinier, more sacred home… and a shinier, more sacred life!!!

Let’s become Medicine Women again… healing & making incredible alllll our lives!!!!

Questions dearest? Just email me! We are here to help!!!!

All my love to you amazing woman…
and happy turn of seasons!!!