This week, I’m excited to be attending an art exhibition opening, where a selection of my paintings will be featured for the first time ever! I was thrilled to be invited to share my portfolio with the gallery and have a few items chosen to be exhibited along with 4 other artists. If you’re in town, come out for the opening event on Wednesday the 22nd of March…

Sometimes when I’m really tired and wondering why, I realise that I bring this on myself. Perhaps if I crammed less living in, or didn’t always pursue such new experiences, or take on such enormous things, or make continuous Major Life Choices, I’d be less tired. But then, I also get bored and wonder about the point of life. I’m meant to live large…

what I’m up to I’ve been abysmal this past month and a half in providing updates - partly for so much happening at once and partly because I was waiting for things to happen enough to announce. Now, I can! About four weeks ago, I took up the role of teaching business...

It’s rainy season here in Cambodia and I love listening to the music of rainfall and watching it pour down outside. So much of living in this country reminds me of my childhood and my island homeland…

Humanity and dignity are promoted not only in the big sweeping actions like policies, rules, or regulations, but in everyday interactions, in the moment-by-moment of life, and even in our intonations, expressions, and words. We should all be choosing love, all the time…

Structure can be deconstructed and reconstructed, and I find it refreshing to recall that sometimes our fragility as humans is merely manufactured and all we need to do is a little deconstructing, reframing, or shifting…

While I wish resiliency didn’t have to be a badge that very tired, weary people who didn’t choose these terrible experiences wear; while I wish and I hope and I work for peace and equity and for brighter times and a better world, I’m not yet despairing. I wake up every day looking for the light and hoping to reflect it out again into the world like a disco ball or splice it into rainbows…

I’m thinking about sisterhood and the many lives a woman may live and die in her lifetime.

I’m thinking about the babushkas and mothers and sisters and aunties and teens and tweens and little girls and infants in arms fleeing wars, staying to fight, sowing seeds and planting words and ideas, saying goodbye, standing together, loving and losing, hurting and grieving and going on somehow anyway…

One thought I’ve been rolling around in my mind is about how important the things we tell ourselves – and the things we subconsciously tell ourselves – are. They frame everything, constantly. They filter and shape our reality…

I used to say then and still hold now that no matter where in the world you go, your life is always local…