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Hey party people,

A bunch of new followers around these parts… (HOORAY!) so I thought I’d reintroduce myself! WHO DA FUQ AMMMMM I?????

Fuck meeeee, where do I even begin?

How can I tie up all the parts of the rainbow that is me into words? I’m a multitude of things, and I am glad of them all.

I’m sitting here typing on the couch, on my laptop because I still can’t master full thoughts when typing upon a phone.

Kids are playing puppies and kitties in front of me, dog and husband beside me.

Fluffy old dog is sound asleep, positively geriatric but still as verdantly furry as her youth.

Husband is tinkering with tech as always, in ways I don’t understand but am endlessly grateful for.

Today, I sat on our wooden verandah and taught my eldest how to draw with oil pastels.

I reminded my youngest roughly a million times that bouncing on couches or beds is not a great idea when you already have your head glued together from the weekend’s previous bouncing endeavours.

Then when the afternoon was quiet, I snuck away for a couple of hours to work. I wrote love letters to the world, and made handwritten art, and created courses to teach people anything I know that might help them. I filled my well by learning from others. I ate Shortbread Creams and drank Spiced Apple tea.

All in all, it was a very fine, very ordinary day. Just the way I adore them.

And that’s how my days normally go: family first, always.

And then, I disappear into my creative corner to make art.

And help people.

And turn up to listen to Spirit, and hear what wants to come through.

I have businesses and best-selling books and all the rest of the jargon. But none of that really matters. What matters is that I get to do what matters to me, everyday.

I’m glad you’re here.

I’m glad we’re on this magical journey together.

Deep love,

P.S. If you’re keen on hearing more from me and staying in touch, social media suuuuuuucks for that. Make sure you’re signed up for me free weekly love letters instead.