the simplest, most powerful act
not easy, but always available: the art of coming home.
Some reflection, and details about the upcoming zenthai community event below!
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Dear reader, friend, fellow liver of life in this messy and wondrous world,
First, thank you, thank you, for being here.
Second, I’m sorry, for the absence of the regularity I set out to create with these posts. I have renewed admiration and appreciation for those who move about the world, and sustain the rhythm of sharing their journeys.
Between choosing to steep in new lands, sans distractions, to being ill upon landing in Melbourne, and many transit hours between, sharing words here is a practice of showing up that I am honing. Honestly, self-censorship has also been a big thing - I echo what Sarah Wilson articulated so candidly and poignantly here.
What is sharing my two cents worth, in a world desperate for repair and seemingly endless in its atrocity? Is my energy not better spent with hands in the soil, in direct support of what is wilting or in need?
And yet — there is beauty, vast power, in creating. In reminding each other of what matters. In feeling not-alone. In not doubting way our actions can ripple into waters we never thought to touch.
So I am choosing to meet this act of sharing my words with renewed dedication.
Thank you for your grace. And for the many encouragements and well-wishes received in the past weeks. It is all felt thorugh the heart, deeply.
The words below are not about India, though I’ve drafted something that is about my experience, to be shared next!
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I’ve been back in Naarm/Melbourne for 2 weeks now, though a number of those days were spent out of home. It makes the sense of grounding very apparent, when present, and when absent.
Something my dear friend Erin shared this week resonated deeply: a learning from her training with the epic Jozef Frucek, co-founder of Fighting Monkey — that we move to better perceive the world.
Whether it’s climbing atop the steep cliffs of the Blue Mountains, kneeling down to scratch the soft fronds of a papillon-chihuahua pup called Suzie (can confirm, gorgeous mix!), or flying across oceans to experience a new land, we are exploring a different point of view.
And in gaining a different view, how it is we can integrate this into how we life a life, rather than being felt, being moved, and then archived while we get back to ‘business as usual’?
In travelling through India and beyond, a quiet yet constant companion has been this enquiry:
What does it mean to come home?
Is it a place? A person? A practice?
Can it be experienced anywhere, or must it be located in tangible proximity to our body?
’Home is wherever you are’ sounds nice… but how to remember this in an accessible way when nothing around you feels familiar?
To read more, scroll below for a few passages pondering of this question, extracted via a Letter from Love I wrote last week. My weekly-ish practice of sitting with these enquiries are inspired less by the search for answers, and more a delve into, or perhaps broaden the stream of remembering the consolation of better, more beautiful questions.
Tomorrow, I begin a 5 day immersion with Amenti Movement, which feels deliciously exciting — to delve into a container of embodied practice, and to discover yet-unknown ways of perceiving the world. I imagine this will offer an expansion around what home could be.
We are moving in time, through the last weeks of 2025: a year of the Wood-Snake in Chinese astrology. There may be plenty of emergence. The need and desire to root deeper into stability. The freedom to de-husk, peel away old skins and expired stories. To taste life more acutely. To nestle into the feeling of belly on earth, staying sensitive and attuned to the environment we are navigating.
Each moment, a home.
Whether you practice yoga, run, swim, dive, climb trees, slide down snowy slopes… may the way we move, and the way we are moved, offer an increasingly attuned and perceptive way of relating to ourselves, and the world we are part of.
When we feel deeply at home in ourselves, we remember belonging.
When we feel belonging, we trust more in the mystery of what is unfolding.
And we we trust more, we can be better stewards of the time, the place, the people we get to co-create life with.
May we move, and be moved, to remember the wholeness of coming home.
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community event: zenthai shiatsu | sun 30 november
Speaking of coming home… a special experience of intentional, therapeutic bodywork, to support coming home to your whole being - all in the peaceful company of open-hearted humans.
Since my therapist training in 2023, it has been an honour to keep honing my own capacity to share this beyond-bodywork therapy with others. After 18 months of organising smaller scale community sessions, where many can come together to receive the magic of Zenthai, I am so thrilled to be part of coordinating something even more expansive.
Together with 20+ zenthai shiatsu therapists, my dear friend Atifa and I are so thrilled to be sharing this community event at Ashtanga Yoga Centre, in Fitzroy/Naarm.
Sunday 30 November
Two sessions | 90 luxurious mins each
(book yourself into one - or both!)
Session 1: 3.30pm
Session 2: 5.30pm
$160 / session
Can’t wait to see familiar and new faces coming together 🥰
Dear Love, What does it mean to come home?
My little time-capsule,
Returning home is a constant choice, and continual action.
It is not only for the moments of stepping beyond borders and airport security gates, it is not only for the instants of snuggling into fresh bedsheets or sipping on the comfort of a hot tea in sunlight.
It is less about finding a home, and more about bringing a sense of home to what’s here. To leave no moment an orphan, no experience without a friend.
How to tuck this moment into bed, as we would the soft curious body of a child?
How to wake up presence in this moment, as we would nudge a dozing puppy?
And when needed, how to step up into power, into warrior spirit, and guardianship of what inspires justice?
Home is a place where we are fortified without defensiveness, stable without being stuck. The capacity to return home, regardless of current place, time, surroundings, pleasure or pain, is the highest form of power, of self-care.
Though not always easy, home-coming is always available.
One who is at home stokes peace: a still flame which keeps the heart warm, and mind illuminated with clarity. Recovering a sense of harmony is a process of choosing to come home to this changing moment of being, just as you are.
Again and and again, we place trust in now. In here.
Here, now — you are travelling time.
You - the Self who is awake - are beyond all experience.
Step into the river of unrepeatable moments. Underneath any ripples of doubt, of fear, of mystery still unfolding - remember you are already whole.
Soul becomes a harbour, a refuge and a vessel on which we sail. Breath, a wind of remembering change, our constant companion.
to swim through our moments as a narwhal would glide through Arctic ocean — graceful, spear-headed, yet as one with its current and path.
Each moment, another wave of this moving ocean we call me.
The sea, the body of we.
This wave, too, belongs.
Drop in.
Welcome home.
I am here, and I am never leaving you.