The peace stupa of Sedona, with prayer flags flying.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.


When I was young, just out of highschool, a spring chicken stepping into life's great mystery, I thought I did not like people very much.

I had a few friends, but my choices were always careful, my mind on alert to ward off those who I deemed "bad friends." You see, I had a bit of a traumatic experience with an ex boyfriend, and the complicated mess that came afterwards meant that I was wary of all kinds of relationships. I remember feeling quite cynical, smug, and judgmental. I also remember my mum telling me that I needed to be kinder to people.

Time has a way of throwing it all in your face, while also smoothing out the wrinkles. Gradually, over the past few years, I have learned to love again. Not only my husband, and my close friends, but also all those future-friends and smiling faces and sweet souls I see around me in the world.


These last six months have opened me up like a flower to the possibilities of deeper friendships. It feels like I am discovering a new invisible world of threads, overlaid on top of this one. There are threads that connect me to all kinds of wonderful people all over the globe! Soul connections. I must admit, the internet and Instagram have played a valuable role in the finding of these threads, but in some cases I have been able to follow them further - to Skype chats, and pen-pal letters, and even further - to real life moments of shared joy!

If someone had told me a year ago that I would find some of my most beautiful friendships online, I would have looked at them like they were bananas.


Shared moments are some of the most memorable, and the most beautiful...




- an email from a soul sistar, read after work, while walking by the river. I cried, when I read those parts of her life story that seemed to be divinely aligned with my own.

- a small handmade chocolate, lovingly given and savored in a cave, surrounded by primal melodies made of flutes, drums and soft voices.

- laughter, in circles of smiles, under trees.

- more laughter, when trying to set up an obviously broken and wonky tent! Laughter heals everything.

- touch. something I was so afraid of for so long, now a part of some of my fondest memories: of hugs.

- dances under the stars, in moonlit pavilions, to the sound of a billion cicadas.

- moments of recognition, "have I met you before?"

- barefoot wanderings, muddy creeks and skinny dipping.

- food shared around a table.

- stories that bare the soul of the speaker, and a space like a nest where we listen and are heard.

- a car ride, short, but filled to the brim with the most glorious conversation!

- a beautiful letter filled with tea packets, hand written love notes, sentiments, life stories, and pretty postcards... (and five more, from new friends!)

- the sweetness of tent buddies in the morning hours: silent companionship as the sun rises.

- talks until two.

- gifts given and received, unexpected and unlooked for.

- humble women, raw, messy, wonderful and powerful who accept themselves and me, as I am.

- endless love, heart openings.


Invisible threads are the strongest ties.
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A seat and prayer flags in the gardens of the peace stupa, Sedona.
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Small prayer flags on a pinion tree.
Wooden statue of Buddha, at the Peace Stupa of Sedona.
Purple prayer flags in a pinion tree.
Purple woven eye, hung on a tree.
Me, Zoe, looking out over the peace gardens - colours in my hair and joy in my heart.
Sun salutations at the Peace Stupa of Sedona.
Sun salutations at the Peace Stupa, Sedona.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.
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Foxglove flowers on a hillside.
Purple irises in the shadows.
Wall hanging hand painted with the Chakras, in the pavilion of Sedona's peace gardens.
Busy ants beneath purple blooms.
Red flowers by a pink rock, swaying in the breeze.
A perfect mid section of a blood orange, in my hands.
Magical technology - a pyramid of crystals and copper.
Brenda with a hula hoop at ChocolaTree.
A beautiful striped moth sitting on a foxglove.
Orange desert flowers.
Hiking through Oak Creek on the West Fork Trail, Sedona.
The beautiful Oak Creek Canyon, as we hike the West Fork trail, Sedona.
Honeycomb holes in ochre cliffs, Oak Creek Canyon.
The winding trail through enchanted Spring forest leaves.
The amazing vegan food at ChocolaTree, Sedona.
Purple wildflowers and Cathedral Rock in springtime, Sedona.
Sitting in the vortex - Cathedral Rock.
Sun bursts coming through the pinion trees of Cathedral Rock.
Yoga in the vortex - up on Cathedral Rock's saddle, Sedona.
Orange and black butterfly in the Arizona desert.