Important Things! To Tell!

Hola gorgeous goddesses!

Oh my loves.

I’m full in the throes of producing the 100+ interviews for the World’s Biggest Summit (which launches in ummm 10 DAYS).

And there is much to tell you.

But my brain is a bit blippish & it’s time to go to bed.

So, I’m just going to tell you, okay?

And I promise I’ll return to eloquent & well written post-nap.

In the meantime, I present:

DOT POINTS!!!!!!!!!

1. This weekend, I’ll be selling my book, running around squealing like a fairy, doing intuitive readings & running a mini workshop at the North Queensland Spiritual Festival.

If you are *anywhere* in Proserpine… I so highly recommend you come. The last festival was the most amazing, joyful explosion of goodness… and I know this one will be just the same.

I’ll be in a goddess island of stalls – me and five other Goddess Circle sisters have a whole isle of artwork and jewellery and photographs and cupcakes and more artwork.


I so wish you could all come!!!!!

(But seriously: come if you are anywhere in a 350km radius. It’s just the best festival ever!)

2. There are a few Dazzling Sponsor spots still available for the World’s Biggest Summit.

So if you want your beautiful thang in front of the eyes of thousands of amazing souls, jump on in.

I’m getting feedback from sponsors saying they have already made back their advertising doublers from sales – and the Summit hasn’t even begun yet!!!!

Completely fantastic!

and 3. (most important) I took some photos of Ostara in the garden last week, and they made my ovaries implode with happiness.


I am one blessed mama.

I am so glad this spark of light called Ostara is in the world.


I love you.

There’s so much magic brewing.

All my love, cuddles & naps,

My Top 5 Business Books

Hola gorgeous souls!!!

This is a post I get requested to write a LOT since creating the Business Goddess e-course.

Goddess dive deep into the course & make huge miracles happen & start REALLY becoming business goddesses & they want to keep building their business muscles.

So they ask:

What’s the best business books you can recommend?

So here’s the momentous list at last.

It’s just five books. A beautiful five. You don’t need that many to radically change your life, dearest heart.

And I also want to make this disclaimer: There have been a number of books that I’ve tried to read that just DON’T ding my bells but might ding yours. We all need different lessons at different times. Don’t bother forcing yourself to finish a book if it’s not rocking your socks off.

Say “Thanks” and high-fives it goodbye. And sashay your way to one that does.

And another disclaimer: normal top ten posts bore me shitless. I like stories! Interesting things! Distracted by sparkly things! So this is a very goddess-leonie list. Regular readers, you know what that means. New readers: welcome to the group hugs & scrumptious hilarity that ensues whenever I attempt to do anything normal!

Did you ever watch “High Fidelity?” No? Okay, skip this paragraph. Anywaysies, it’s totally in my Top 5 Movies Of All Time. And there’s this one scene in it – after him & Laura break up, and he decides to reorganise his record collection into autobiographical order. So instead of knowing that a record was released in 1976, he needed to remember it was instead in 1978 that he bought it, after he’d lost his favourite black shirt (or something like that). You know how it is.

Anywaysies… this is my Top 5 business books. But NOT the way you’d usually expect it. It’s my autobiographical list.

Be prepared! Mind mianderings follow! Weeeeeeeee!!!!

Retire Young, Retire Rich

Written by: Robert Kiyosaki

This was one of the very first finance books I ever read – and I’m not kidding when I say it really DID change my life.

It’s Robert Kiyosaki’s story of how he & his wife created financial freedom for themselves. About how we was born poor & how they struggled so much before deciding they would make a momentous change for themselves.

And to be honest – it’s the cover of this book that really does me in. It’s a photo of him & wifeykins horse riding in Hawaii. There’s just something about the spirit of the photo – of joy, and possibility, and totally loving your life – that totally affects me.

After reading it, I started wondering…

What if?

What if I had enough money to live where I wanted to? What if my life was lived how I wanted? What if I could go from a total right-brained hippy into being a successful business person?

It was the most delightful book for me – just to get that whole process ruling. I LOVE reading other people’s stories – they are endlessly inspiring to me – far more inspiring than “how to” finance books.

From a personal level, I remember when I read this book – my love & I lived pay check to pay check. We had credit cards that were maxed, and no savings or investments.

We just didn’t think about our money – and we certainly didn’t look at our lives in terms of investments.

But things started changing after reading this book.

We paid off all our credit cards & cancelled them all. (We have debit Mastercards instead – they rock!)

We started investing in real estate.

We went from being totally ignorant about money – just going with the flow of normal – and started being aware & proactive about it.

And now we are in a really fantastic financial position.

Totally amazing.

If we can do it – anyone can!

The One Minute Millionaire

Written by: Mark Victor Hansen & Robert G Allen

I have talked before about how this book was the catalyst for the Goddess Circle, my $100 000 idea.

I found it in a bookstore when Ostara was still a newborn. I remember we would go back to our usual haunts – this little alcove of musty secondhand book stores in Fyshwick. One bookstore spread over three unevenly floored stores, and two more. Canty’s and Barry’s and someone else’s.

We were shell shocked new parents, trying to retain some semblance of our Past Life As Individuals With Interests.

And we’d eat a curried vege paste at the pie shop on the corner, and I’d drink lemonade and feed Ostara.

Then we’d venture into our bookaphile’s wet dream. We knew we were leaving Canberra soon, to return home to tropical paradise – that for all it’s tropically paradisey-ness, it was bookstore-less. So we needed to stock up. We were bookish alcoholics, and were about to enter drylands.

So my love’s arms would start piling up with fantasy books & kid’s picture books & self help must-haves, and then Ostara would start mewing again, so I’d sit in tears in the car, feeding her again for the twelfth time that day.

And my love would come and find me all tear stained and sit in the car beside me and I would say:

My life is over, I’ll never be able to look in another bookstore again, my life is over…

And he’d listen, and then he’d say

Come on darling, let’s give it another go, just ten more minutes.

(At this point, we’d only get 10-15 minutes out of her before she wanted More! Boob! Now! She was a boobaholic. Easily settled, but only with boob. Which is cool. Except when you’re the only one with boobs & are going not-so-quietly bonkers.)

But we were valiant.

And Chris jiggled her for a few minutes as I raced down bookstore aisles, pulling Must Have Books left right & centre. And then she started mewing like a tiny kitten again, so I swapped my pile of books for baby, and then jiggled her down the Business & Finance aisle.

I crouched on the floor & pulled out everything that looked:

  • newer than 1980
  • not contaminated with The Plague or The Smell
  • remotely interesting.

There were about five in all.

And I had exactly 7.6 nanoseconds to decide which ones I wanted before Ostara’s mews became bleets.

I narrowed it down to three, tossed them at Chris on the way out, and nestled back into BreastFeeding Station (aka back seat of the jeep) with Ostara.

I started reading it that afternoon on the couch while (you guessed it!) Ostara was on the boob.

She was going through these stints where she’d breastfeed for like 3-4 hours at a time.


It was effing nuts. It did make for some awesome book reading sessions though. I even managed to do part of the Creative Goddess e-course illustrations on the sales page while I was boobfeeding her.


I know you are all pretty much riveted by my boobs at this point (who can blame you, really!)… but I did start this story with another intention in mind.

Oh yes! Because I read this book! And it’s one of my top fives!

The One Minute Millionaire is 50% a fictional story and 50% tips on how to make money.

And being who I am – totally inspired by stories instead of facts – I just read the story, with the full intention of reading back over the tips. (I never did.)

And it’s about how a mother needs to come up with $1 million to have her children.

And she works out how to do it.

And at that point in my life, I knew with this beautiful baby girl in my arms that I had a huge task ahead of me.

I wanted to move home to tropical paradise – a place that doesn’t have many jobs.

I wanted my love to be a stay at home dad with me.

And I wanted to keep making my art & books & miracles.

I just needed to work out the money stuff to make that happen.

Reading that story of a woman coming up with $1 million made me look at what I needed to live my dream.

I needed $100 000 – a number that seemed all too huge.

But I found out how I could do it in a dream – and it became the Goddess Circle.

So I can absolutely say this book was a major catalyst in my life.

I’m here, sitting in my favourite cafe, eating raw cheesecake made by my sister (who has gone on to create her own incredibly successful business), living in tropical paradise, my love at home with Ostara while I go out to write.

Our lives are a really beautiful balance of family time, with both my love and I having time to do the things we love – I get to do this beautiful goddess business of mine, he gets to study Psychology.

All because of a fraction of time, a handful of books, a moment spent dashing through bookstores in a haze of newborn mama-ishness.

Martha’s Rules

Written by: Martha Stewart

I’ll be honest:

I thought this was going to be totally crap.

I’m actually NOT a Martha fan.

I’m not NOT a Martha fan – she just doesn’t get shown on Australian TV that much.

The only thing I do remember seeing of Martha was demonstrating on Oprah how to fix that problem that everrrrryone lays awake worrying about:

How on earth do I fold fitted sheets so they sit nicely in the linen cupboard?

And me being an uber messy hippy arty type thought:

“Ummm Why The Face? WHO FOLDS SHEETS?”

Martha does, and she also folds fitted sheets like origami & ties them with satin ribbon.

So I totally crossed her off my list as Not My Type.

Then I fell upon her business book in the discount box at a bookstore. It was only $5 – crazy cheap! (Oh non-Australians, just so you know – books are *not* cheap here in Australia. Most sit around $30. I know they are 50-70% cheaper in other countries. But there you go! Expensive! Books! In! Australia! And that’s really the only reason I could say Australia is sucky. We rock at pretty much everything else!)

[Also: have you ever noticed Leonie is Queen of the Interloping Stories? No? Good! Continue on! Like I never said this!]

Anyways, I am unable to resist the allure of cheap books, like, EVA.

So I got it.

And read it in the park during lunch hour of my cubicle job.

I remember laying in the grass, the sun being so beautifully Springish, defrosting my frozen winter bones (this is when we lived in alpine Canberra – aka Cantartica!)

And DEVOURING the book, consuming it whole, thinking aloud in my head:


I found it so useful to see how a crafty maker kinda person had revolutionised their business to make it so profitable & ubiquitous.

Seriously inspirational.

Plus – as I’ve said – I get way more mojo out of hearing people’s stories than just reading a bland how-to book.

So, *high five* Martha.

You can come fold my fitted sheets any ding dang time you like!

The Four Hour Work Week

Written by: Timothy Ferris

I can remember exactly where I bought The Four Hour Work Week.

We were in Singapore after a month trekking around India, staying at this beautiful, lush hotel (as an apology from our travel agent who totally flubbed our booking & sent us to Singapore instead of Hong Kong. SO CLOSE, lady – only like a couple thousand kilometres apart!) But anyways, after backpacking around India & becoming the most stinky, vomety & sensory-fried version of ourselves, staying in a beautiful soft, quiet apartment with a CLEAN! TOILET! was a total delight.

After sleeping for a gazillion hours, buying Singapore Zoo t-shirts and disposing of our decomposing India attire, we started venturing out into the attached shopping mall.

Incase you are wondering, South East Asia does the shopping mall awesomely. Handy hint: they like them. A LOT.

So you can walk kilometres in them. All while staying close to bathrooms. Which we needed – just so we could periodically run to & lose a whole bundle of body weight in. Thank you, oh sweet Delhi belly. What delights you have shared.

Anywaysies! Happily, the closest store to the hotel was a bookstore. (Literally – it was the closest a store could get. The hotel was attached to the mall, so you could pop out for some crazy voodoo doll keychains (all the rage in Asian 2007) & durian flavoured cheesecake without even having to go outside.

Life is good.

SO! It was in that thoroughly dishevelled, poo-ridden, India-recovering state that I found the book. I’d seen it a zillion times before in bookstores (Dear Borders Canberra City, I’m looking at you… but I hear you are gone. Dissolved. I miss you, even though I moved away first. I think it’s better that way. I don’t think I could have watched you be dismantled. Love, Leonie.) & I’d read about it 73.8 trillion blogs (I like to be exact).

And I was really needing something new & fresh in my life after India.

I felt like India had torn away all my parts, dismantled me & brought me to my knees.

And I know I had needed it – I knew it was good medicine.

And yet I felt broken by the sheer enormity of India, of how the dirt & the poverty & the sad obsidian eyes had made my heart quake. I was disappointed with myself for not finding India this truly enlightening experience. I’d had all these nightmares before I’d left for India – that I would go, and sleep my way through it. That I would go home before it was my time. That I wouldn’t understand India.

And in so many ways that dream had come true. I’d been & had the India scars tattooed all over my skin, but I still couldn’t read them. Still couldn’t work out what they meant. Still couldn’t get over just how hard it was – on my eyes, my nose, my digestive tract, my head, my relationships, my compassion, my heart.

Have I ever told you about India?

I don’t think I did. I don’t think I even could. A little bit here, but not the great tomes I expected to pour forth. Even now, some four years on (maybe five – who counts these things?), I still search for the words that are true about India.

I am left with:

India was hard. India was sacred.
Go if you are called.
Otherwise, don’t.

I think I could say that about most of life, really.

I’m telling you all this, because I like telling stories. I like taking you in my pocket and in my heart everywhere I go. There are so many beautiful adventures to take in this world.

So I found The Four Hour Work Week after India, in a country I was never supposed to be in, but was there anyway, staying in this posh hotel, sneaking durian into the hotel to eat on the balcony (that heavily-scented fruit isn’t allowed in posh spots because it stenches up the place), rushing to the toilet, re-calibrating my senses after the onslaught of India, seeking solace, and peace, and a dream of where to go next.

So it entered my life.

And it’s the story of A Dude who decides he only wants to work a few hours a week, and spend the rest of his time doing crazy shit. Travelling & breaking rules & working out new ways to work and live and everything. Dude is totally an Indigo child, no?

And the Four Hour Work Week made my head go:


The little top on my head flipped off and clattered to the floor, spinning around like a china saucer.

And I thought:

Dude could make it happen for him. I can make it happen for me.

That’s just what I’m like. If there’s something I want that I don’t have I think:

Well, I can totally do it. I can do anything!

And then I go and do it.

So I started dreaming and scheming what was possible.

The Four Hour Work Week wasn’t the full puzzle for me. But holy dinger, it definitely was a big piece of it for me.

(And then we flew home. And I kissed the ground outside the terminal. It was so lovely! And blue! And clean! And bright! And shining! So much space! And spent Christmas totally delirious thinking back over all the magic and woo-woo and WTF just happened to me. And I read back over and over and over again the thick journal I wrote in at India. Spilled ink & photographs & words & art. One day I will show it to you. It was India in a book. The End.)

Strategy Daddy

Written by Ankesh Kothari & Michael Keesee

I met Ankesh online through a business forum a few years ago – and he immediately stuck out to me as this wildly genius business brain. He has a totally different way of seeing into business systems & marketing. I’ve been badgering him ever since to write a book.

And now he has, and of course I ordered it straight away.

It’s compelling & interesting & brilliant & smart.

I really, really dig his clever way at looking at the world of business & marketing & finding brilliant ways to change it up.

G E N I U S.

I know I haven’t said a huge amount about this book.

But I don’t really know what to say.

Just that it’s got all these flipping brilliant strategies & possibilities & ways to make your business bigger & more profitable.

And it’s flipping brilliant.

Enough said.

Ankesh! In a book! Dream come true!

Also: in true High Fidelity autobiographical style – this is the last one I’ve read. Actually, it’s still on my nightstand. There is SO MUCH in this book!


Wasn’t this the best post ever?

So TOTALLY not about business books, and yet TOTALLY is.

The blend between money & life & heart & spirit… just the way my life is.

Yours too.

Coz you rock.



This was fun! I so hope this helped my dearest heart!!!!

I’m off home! Go cuddle baby! Perve on hunky love! Read books! Make dinner!

Must buy nappies on way home. Thanks for reminding me. You totes got my back.

Your best friend forever,

My Favouritest Video I Have Ever Made!!!!

Oh my loves!!!!

It’s only 16 days until it all begins…

this big, beautiful, wild dream of mine…

to gather some of the brightest, wisest teachers in the world…

and ask them to teach us about

health, wealth, creativity, spirituality & business….

all for free…

This video came to me in a blinding flash of inspiration…

It makes me giggle & utterly giddy with delight…

If it makes your heart sing, please share it along…

so those who need the Summit may find it…

There’s still some sponsorship spots available as well if you’ve got something you’d like to promote & share to thousands of other kindred spirits.

I love you with my whole heart,

How I Prepared To Meditate In Childbirth

Hola gorgeous Goddesses!

The number one question I get asked from pregnant mamas is how they can prepare for childbirth.

I thought it might be useful to find my diary notes from when I was pregnant about what I did – and compare them to the notes after birth!

Sound like fun?


Let’s go!

What I worried about when I was 20 weeks pregnant

This weekend, my love and I went to a full two-day Calmbirth workshop. As soon as I became pregnant, I started researching which courses I wanted to do to prepare.

For me, I see birth as being a Great Initiation, and a vision quest for my soul… so I am surrounding myself with the right and sacred teachers, wisdom and support to help me on that journey.

I knew I wanted to learn something like hypnobirthing – which is basically using meditation techniques to centre yourself during birth.

The Calmbirth workshop is bringing up so many pieces of medicine and healing for me to look at.

One of the things we looked at during workshop was how our partners could provide the support and space we needed to give birth… and we all talked about (amongst much giggling like teenagers) what we needed in order for sex to happen, as the needs were transferrable. So all the lovely partners were volunteering how they seduce their women, using romance and scene-setting like massaging, intimacy, candles, aromas and food. The whole gorgeous point of all of this was that the same techniques can be applied by partners during childbirth to help their wives stay relaxed, calm, and in an intimate space.

And when they got to my sweet, shy man to ask him his seduction techniques, he giggled, turned red and said “uhhhh… I ask? We’re both Scorpios, we don’t need much more than that!” And I howled with laughter, because it was true.

And then I got to think about it… I wondered what it was that I needed in order to be intimate… seeing that I would need that same quality when it came to birthing… whether it be a dark place, a feeling of safety or a feeling of connection with my body.

And I realised the thing I need the most during intimacy is total emotional connection. My love and I have been in love for over eight years now… we share the same star sign, the same ocean-sky eyes and the same spiritual beliefs. I like to say that we appear different on the outsides (he is more introverted, I’m more extroverted), but on the inside, we are the same. He’s my twin in so many ways – as well as being someone who constantly amazes me, teaches me, grounds me, and is my beautiful smooth river stone to rest against. We can look into each other’s eyes and have complete conversations without saying anything. (I do want to say that we by no means have a “perfect relationship” – but we definitely work on it, and we totally adore each other.)

So I see that what I need most of all during intimacy, and birthing, is knowing that he is on the same page as me, looking in my eyes and present and connected with me. I do want to say though – when I say “emotionally connected” – I don’t mean for him to feel my emotions with me. I don’t ever believe that’s a helpful thing, and we believe it’s totally important for both of us to stay in our own energy and own our own emotions. Instead, I just want him to be there, present in his own emotions and body, with clear lines of emotional and soul connection with me.

How CalmBirth helped my love during birth

Chris was definitely that gentle river stone for me during birth. He gave away his own emotions for the time I was in labour so he could be where I needed him to be. He listened in to me {even when I didn’t speak}. I didn’t feel he left the room – even though he did take breaks. He was present, grounded, and there. He turned up with all of himself.

It was a great gift. I’m so glad we had done CalmBirth together twice so that he was prepared, and had settled his own fears before entering the birthing room.

It massively changed our relationship in the birth room, and gave my love a huge amount of self-assurance and wisdom, tools and knowledge about what I most needed – and what our baby most needed.

He knew without doubt that his job- was for him to give us a safe, loving, grounded, held space to birth within. And that’s what he did.

I’m so incredibly grateful and blessed.

How Calm Birth Still Helps My Parenting

CalmBirth taught me how to use meditation & breath to manage extreme amounts of pain.

To this day, I still use CalmBirth.

I go to sleep quicker using Hypnobirthing breath.

When Ostara was a newborn and I was having middle of the night freak outs, I would do the same relaxing breath work – I figured if it could help me get through birth, it could help me get through anything.

Whenever I’ve been in pain or anxiety or about to lose my shit –

back to the breath.

Using concerted, scheduled, conscious breathing can lessen pain, re-circuit brain freak outs, balance wacky hormones.

Breathing might sound simple…

but when it makes the difference between an unbearable and a bearable one?

And let any labouring woman tell you: that’s a whole world of difference right there.

It’s definitely powerful – and it’s incredibly helpful to know.

I can absolooodely, unequivocally recommend for any pregnacious mamas & couples to do a CalmBirth, Hypnobirth or Hypnobabies course wherever and whenever you can. The workshops are the best way of doing it, but if you can’t do that, than a homestudy course of any of them would be really, really helpful.

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to all of us & our amazing mama strength,