Perhaps our most profound achievements are not illuminated beneath a Bodhi tree, but hidden in the quietly significant moments, like that day in the food court.

My feet sink into the Earth. My nerves speak to the mycelium in the language of the stars. I am a part of the darkness and the darkness is a part of me.

It is winter here. I can feel the chill of the breeze on my cheeks. The nights are long. Everything around me is resting. And I know that the closing of these chapters in my life is allowing new ones to be written.

This is a story about my journey across Country, or my great initiation. It taught me about connection to Land and connection to Spirit, and reminded me what it means to feel truly alive.

I’d never planned for this road trip to be a minor initiation, but it turned out to be. I would travel across south-eastern Australia, for seven days in a 2005 Nissan Xtrail I named Xander.

That was the day I knew the power of the cacao medicine. That was the day I knew that I might one day honour the myth Izaias shared with me and guide the medicine out of the forests, and into the hearts of those who come my way.

This is a story about trusting intuition and honouring the wisdom keepers of the sacred plant medicine, Ayahuasca.

A journey to a sacred destination on an ancient pilgrimage route in the low-lying hills of Somerset, England, on the day of the pagan festival that is Lammas.

One of the most beautiful things about being gifted thirty-six years of life is the ability to have had enough time to know the seasons of change.

I'm deeply grateful for the recent opportunity to join my dear friend, Ness, on the Guide-Ness Podcast, talking all things intuition, divine guidance, sacred feminine and what it means to step into truth.

From 2015 to 2022, read about how my blog, The Altruistic Traveller, started and what it grew to be.

I’ve come to realise the beautiful thing about growth is that it offers us the ability to see how far we’ve come.

As we enter 2022 and embark on another beautiful cycle around the sun, I am determined to live a simple life with an open heart and work on finding that deep sense of peace and acceptance within myself.

Often, in order to know ourselves in harmony, we must know ourselves in dissonance.

Dear 33, I love you. Thank you for helping me grow.

Little did I know I was about to experience some of the hardest days of my entire life, simply by sitting still.

A story about my decision to take my journey deeper inwards and participate in a Vipassana meditation retreat.

The hardest part wasn’t figuring out what I really wanted. It was realising what I’d be willing to give up in order to achieve it.

I write these reflections as I enter my 33rd year of life and reflect on time, patience, courage and what it means to feel truly content.

What does it mean to be “home”?