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Genius doodle by the lovely David Cohen


I didn’t know what was driving me.

Or where it was pushing me towards.

I only know its whisper:


Let it go. Let it go. Let it all go.



I struggled for a while with it.

Thought of how much I didn’t want any more loss.

Wondered if I would miss what I would let go of.

But then I remembered.

Everytime I’ve let go,

something new, something bright, something more beautiful

this way comes.


I felt like something BIG was coming.

I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how.

I only knew I needed to clear the space for it to happen.


When we dig a hole in the sand at the beach, there is no emptiness.

Instead, the ocean rushes up from below

and fills it again.

There’s never any empty.

Just possibility.


So I let it go.

I let go of my mermaid hair of ten years, the locks that had formed so much of my identity.

And I find instead the haircut that sings to me, that makes me wildly happy on a daily basis.

I let go of my beloved book library, my most prized possession.

And I remember that everything I’ve ever needed is right inside me.

I let go of 15 years worth of journals, keeping just 2 or 3 that still lifted me up inside.

And I felt the tremendous soaring lightness of letting go of my stories.

I let go of old photo albums, and kept a handful of photos.

Yes. Just the yes. There is no past. Just right now.


Along the way, I hear the chant:

“But I could never do that…”

“But you should keep them for your children…”

“But fuck that’s scary.”


I listen to the but’s.

And when I turn back inside,

this strong, alive woman in me says:

There is only right now. This feeling that you are feeling? It is worthy of being listened to. There is no regret. There is no fear of regret.

Just freedom. Let go.


So I do.


I file the papers for a new name, embracing my husband’s last name, the one that was destined for me.

I awake from a dream to be told my spirit’s middle name.

So I change that too.

I let go of our old bank, the one that has shitted me for years.

We step into one that feels right and true.

And a week ago, I let go of my whole painting collection.

Hold a spontaneous art sale on Facebook for a couple of hours, and donate the rest to the nursing home where my Great Aunty Lucy lived.


And it all feels like destiny.

When I call the nursing home to ask if I can donate, the conversation goes like this:

“Hi, I’m a local artist and I have a large collection of artworks I would like to donate if you are willing to receive them.”

“Oh… wow. Yes! We were just talking about how we needed more artworks, we are just about to open our new wing.”

“Oh! That sounds lovely!”

“Yes, Crystalbrook wing hasn’t got any artwork in it yet.”

“Oh… Crystalbrook is its name? How amazing. Crystalbrook is where I grew up!”

“Really? Well, it’s destiny then.”

And we both hung up the phone with little sparkling tears in our eyes.


It makes me happy to know that my artwork which I no longer need is blessing our town’s elders.

It makes me happy to know that my books which no longer serve me are serving someone else.

It makes me happy to have a name that feels right and true and good to me.

It makes me happy to not have old journals and albums littering my headspace.

It makes me happy that my mermaid locks are nourishing our flowers.


I am re-writing my story.
I am lighter. Freer. More present.

There is no loss.
No regret.
Only a tremendous sense of joy and ease.


All of these things?

The art of decluttering and letting go?

They take work.

Resolve. Commitment.

And a buttload of faith.

And yet, they are worth it.

Beyond compare.


And just as the ocean swirls in to fill the space left behind,

so does the universe.

In the last two weeks, I have had so many gifts,

so many visions of what’s next, so many moments of:



The miracles that have rushed in to the space left behind.

Miracles of finding an angel mentor who is just-so-right-for-me.

Of a surprise phone call from a well known Australian musician wanting me to business-coach her. (That resulted in me crying  big ole miracle sobs of happiness on my bed in the middle of the day!)

Of the fact Marissa arrives this week for our two week dreaming retreat.

Of everything falling into place. A new vision of who I am & where I am being called to next.

I feel clear. Conscious. Cleansed. Renewed.


There have been many moments when I’ve choked up as I tell my husband

“All the work I have been doing? It took so much hard work and courage and faith!!!

And yet the view from here? So worth it.

I feel like the universe is blessing me.

I am SO PROUD of me. SO PROUD. I did it, baby!”

And he smiles. He knows. He sees it too.


Without my hair/books/journals/art/stuff :: all the things that once served me but no longer do :: I am free.

FREE as a bird. Light and willing.

Racing and raring towards a vision of light.


I let go of who I was
in order to be who I am.

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Everyday, there’s an email in your inbox.

Filled with love.




From a dear Goddess sister.

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Who wants to send you a message of love and reassurance.

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I should know: they are my goddess circle sisters.

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How to find the Goddess inside you.

Just as they have done.

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Hola gorgeous soul,

I am writing this sitting in my friend’s cafe, at the table adorned with brightly coloured glass tiled mosaic starfish. I helped her paint the legs bright umber one sunny afternoon.

Across from me, sitting at another sweet little table, is my Year 7 teacher Mrs Petersen.

She is retired now. 20 years on, she still looks exactly the same. Short brown hair. Stern but fair.

I am remembering a conversation she had with my mum one day as I stood beside them.

She wasn’t always filled with effusive, glittering words of praise, and yet she said:

“Leonie will go far one day. Maybe even be Prime Minister of Australia.”

And my mum laughed and said:

“I know. But let’s hope she’ll be better even than a politician.”

And their laughter tinkled together over my hair, onto the wooden floorboards, over the school’s verandah edge, down onto the green tracts of land.


For many years, I thought I would become Prime Minister.

Or at very least Mayor of our small home town.

I even used to caution family members against stupidity, when I was younger and obstinate:

“Don’t you do ANYTHING to embarrass me. I don’t want it on my personal record when I run for Mayor!”

I wanted to change the world.

I thought that would be the way to do it.


I ended up, somewhat by chance, somewhat by destiny,

working for one of the top executives of one of the largest Australian Government Departments.

I even spent time working for Ministers in Parliament House.

Some were decent, good men. Some were assholes.

I told a joke to the Deputy Prime Minister of Australia.

He was kind and had a craggy face. He was much more handsome in real life than any television shot of him revealed.


At 20, working in the executive offices, I met a woman who became a dear friend and mentor.

She reminds me of Mrs Petersen. Same brown hair, stern but fair. Wise and strong.

“I’m going to be Prime Minister of Australia” I tell her.

She studies me up and down.

She is war torn and weary from the effort of changing the world from within the bureaucratic system.

And she says

“Don’t do that Leonie. You are much too good for that. Change the world in a better way.”


I was still obstinate.

I studied Political Studies at Australian National University while I worked and become one of the top ranking first year studies in Economics.

I got four promotions in three years.

I was on my way.


And then one day, walking my familiar path between my office in plush executive land and my seat in the Economics class, I stopped.

I was in the middle of a park that lived between one of Canberra’s loop roads. No one knew of it except for lovers on secret trysts.

You could look out over Parliament House and the lake from up there.

The pine trees were tall and I was convinced there were faires around.

A big, deep realisation swelled over me, and almost brought me to my knees.

I stopped. I almost cried with longing.

“I’m not meant to be a public servant. I’m not meant to be Prime Minister of Australia. I am an artist. I am a Leonie. That is who I am meant to be. I need to change my life right NOW.”


I told my love the same thing that night.

The man who has always believed in me, unwaveringly.

I swapped all my classes at university for art history classes.

And I knew, without a doubt, I would one day make a living making my art, living my life as Leonie.

Changing the world in the way I was meant to.


I’ve always been an overachiever. Ambitious. Determined to succeed.

My brain would choose goals, and I would dutifully make them happen.

And yet it wasn’t my soul’s destiny.


I played. Experimented. Made art. Studied. Stopped studying.
Kept working. Tried new things. Got frustrated.
Wrote. Blogged. Ran retreats. Ran circles.
Taught tens of people at once.
Laughed as I ran hugging competitions at my work. Took glitter deep into the belly of the public service dragon.
Made mistakes. Grew a business. Got burnt out. Kept learning more business stuff.
Taught hundreds of people at once.
Got pregnant. Had a baby. Convinced my love to quit our jobs and move to tropical paradise.
Supported my family on an idea I had in a dream. Made a goddess business.
Taught thousands of people at once.


There is a tremendous power in letting go of old dreams.

Old goals. Old crap. Old stuff that no longer belongs to me.

My mantra?

I let go of who I was in order to be who I am.


One day, I will help a million people.

And I won’t do it being Prime Minister of Australia.

I’ll do it being Prime Minister of Leonie.

That’s what I was born to do.

That’s what we were all born to do.

Change the world OUR way.


P.S. My Year 7 teacher still has exactly the same belly laugh as she always have.
We never really change. We just become more of ourselves.

P.P.S. That public service mentor of mine? The one who reminded me of my teacher?
Not long after I left, she took her own leap of faith. She became a teacher.
I know utterly within my heart that that’s HER way of changing the world.




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Life + Miracles + Rainbow Rocks

Sometimes I think:

your posts need to have a point, Leonie. Make them potent! Profound! Healing!

But then… but then…

there is so much inside me to tell you.

You are all my dear friends, my goddess sisters & my tribe.

How can I NOT tell you?

I’ve been writing my heart out to you

just like this

for the last seven years.

Screw having a point,

I say.

I want you to come over to share a large steaming pot of chai with me.

And nibble on gluten free shortbread, and bright bursting mandarins.

There is so much goodness in this world,

and I want to share it all with you.

And celebrate the fuck out of it too –

for us to hitch up our skirts

& dance with glee

barefoot in the earth.


One night
I had a very awake baby
who didn’t want to go to bed.

And instead of fighting it,
and grumbling about it,
I accepted it,
and we made art instead.

We turned a bag of rocks

into a rainbow river.

And we covered ourselves in paint

and then we had a bubble bath

and then she went to sleep.

In the morning

we gathered pens

& we wrote affirmations on the rocks.

I thought about how pre-baby, I would have carefully

scribed the words with gold paint.

But if I did that now, with a babe with very quick hands & ability to smear?

It wouldn’t happen.

So instead, permanent markers

were the very best thing to do.

And then we put them all in her little bike’s carry cart

& we took them to our lil village’s statue of Goddess Persephone,

and we put the rocks in her fountain.

It’s Guerilla Goddess Art!

I imagine these rainbow stones, glinting away,

beckoning those who need some love.

I hope they get pushed into pockets

and dispersed into the world

as little amulets of love from the angels.

(I don’t have a photo yet of goddess + rainbow rocks… but here’s one after I bedecked her in flowers for SPRING!!!)


Important things to tell.

A goddess asked me if we still have our Angel puppy,
as she doesn’t see her on here on the blog… or on Instagram… or Facebook.
There’s plenty of Charlie the Happy Healer doggy & Ostara light…
but as for Miss Angel?
Nowhere to be seeeeeeeen!

So here’s photographic evidence of our fluffy white fluffykins fluffballs:

There’s a reason she’s barely mentioned.

When I wrote our wanted ad for a new puppppy 3 years ago, I wrote this:

Chris (Papa Bear) is deeply kind-hearted and thoughtful, and will make you feel like a treasured morsel of furry divinity everyday. He will treat you with so much honour, spirit-respect, gentle protection and soulful love that he will make Leonie (Mama Bear)’s womb ache. He will also buy sprinklers for you to play in when you need them, and sleep on the couch to make sure you are comfortable and cool during summer (I’m not kidding). Chris needs a fluffy puppy to cup, hold and warm his ginormous, shining heart. He will love to make you feel loved.

And when you write letters to the universe like that, it will surely deliver.

When I asked for a fluffy puppy to cup, hold and warm his ginormous, shining heart – that’s just what we got.

Angel is a doggy who fell in love at first sight with Chris, and has been his little white shadow ever since. If you’re looking for her in my photos – she’s usually just beneath his legs, wedged next to his lap, or hovering… staring with a besotted lil look on her face.

I can understand. I am under the same Obsessed-With-Chris affliction.

And Mr Charlie? From the moment he laid eyes on me, he claimed me as his own.

And Ostara too.

So at any given moment, you’ll find him in baby-face-lick-status:

or beneath my feet, by my side, making art.


I just wanted to say

how art makes me happy

especially when they are dates

with other mamas + babbas

and we all make art together.

Incase you ever wanted to know what kind of palette I use, here is your answer:

My pants.


I just wanted to say that it’s been 18 months since we moved home

and everytime we drive through the cane fields

I feel at home.

Even when it sucked to be here.

There’s just something about here.

A magic. A life. An energy.

A home.


At least twice a day, this is my view.

Breastfeeding Ostara to sleep.

Tiny (not so) baby toes pressed into my belly and leg.


incase you are wondering,

happy pants make days…


Making art with Ostara is one of my favourite parts of being a mama.

(Creating Art with Kids shares more about this.)

And this.

Sweet miracle.

My dear friend Leah Piken Kolidas sent this magical piece of artwork as a gift for our wedding.

It touched my heart so deeply.

Then on the weekend we happened to have a family photoshoot at one of our favourite beaches thanks to our dear friend Trish.

And the photos came back…

and it reminded me of a physical incarnation of her painting.

Wow. Such a blessing.

A miracle come true.

(P.S. Chris makes me swoon. I spend a large amount of time swooning at him in those photos. And mooning about how we’ve made the most beautiful, adorable daughter in the world. Hee!)


And I just wanted to say:

Eight months ago

I was yearning.

Deeply, deeply yearning.

I was longing to find my tribe here in Proserpine.

Women friends. Ones who GOT me.


And then one day,

they came.

In a great horde, a pack of wild wolf women,

who lifted me up with laughter and generosity and stories.

They inspire me, in so many ways, these women.

They are do-ers. They make their dreams happen.

And they are incredibly kind.

They are a salve to my soul.

Today, in the sunset, we met at a coffee farm by the river.

And as the hours swirled by, I realised my whole body had exhaled,

and I was happy.

Two sweet little fairies… Miss Starry + Miss Savvy

So that’s me.

That’s what’s going on in my world.

I’m sending you love. Rainbows. Goodness. Wherever you are, right now, I want you to know good things come true.




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