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hazy skies, 
dancing feet and
a sun burnt nose
from the day we climbed the mountain
and I was kissed by the fires above.
mother moon and father sun

~ the morning before the eclipse I saw the crescent moon setting
haloed in the dawning light of day.

There are no words that could describe the sight of a total solar eclipse. It is one of the strangest and most beautiful events I have ever witnessed. My dad asked me to describe the event in an email, and although I tried to pour out my feelings into words, I found myself wishing I could gather my loved ones to share this with them, so they could see and feel and know it for themselves.

Here, again, I will try and use words to describe what happened...

An hour before the total eclipse, the sky began to dim, like the exposure of a photograph being slowly lowered. The colours were tinted with grey and black, the hills became silhouetted against a deep blue sky...

Then the birds began to flock from tree to tree, singing loudly as they do at dusk.

From our seat in the mountain's sides, I could hear the river still running far below, and could see the sunlight sparkling across the lake. The sun was still bright, blinding to look at. Then, I understood what the newspapers had been saying about the dangers of looking at a partial eclipse. The sun's rays stayed diamond bright until the very moments before totality...

I could hear crickets in the long grass, and crows calling from the pine forests. The edges of the horizon flared with pink, and yet the sun was nowhere near them. A single star began to shine out in the sky, and the whole picture dimmed very quickly, till I could hardly see my boots in front of me. It grew very cold...

Then, all the world seemed to stop. Silence.

Every single soul in the mountains looked up, bound together in that moment as one...

all in awe.


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The gorgeous Havasu Falls of Havasupai in Spring.


I use my legs with gratitude everyday,

to walk and run and hike.


But when I came upon this place,


then I felt I could lay aside my weary legs

and take up a tail.



dragonflies and moon milk:

a turquoise honey flowing from the crystal caverns

of the inner Earth

pours into a great dusty sand bowl

settling into white baths

that overflow like spilled sunshine.



We were the ones who woke at 3

under stars

in the back of the car

to stretch tired bones

undertaking pilgrimage

to this sacred site.

Pockets filled with smiles, seeds and a little

leftover cabbage

we followed the river lines

along the canyon walls.

Breath . Breath . Breath

A sunrise and purple flowers.

Shaded alcoves and

the sound of hooves from far away.

Pink blooming cactus rose

and a lazy afternoon spent sleeping when the sun was out.


Awakening only to find I am still dreaming...



Red rocks of the Grand Canyon at midday, with sun halos.
Horses running free in the Havasupai Canyon.
Mooney Falls in Spring time with turquoise waters falling into a blue pool.
The mermaid milky blue pools of Havasu Falls, with lush forest islands.
Havasu Falls and calcite terraces.
Brenda yogi meditating as a mermaid in the waters of Havasupai.
Pink cactus flower in the Grand Canyon.
The incredible Mooney Waterfall at Havasupai. Crystal blue waters in red rocks.
Walking in a state of bliss.
The milky blue waters of Havasupai, where you can swim in mermaid pools.
Sign for Havasu Falls and Campground.
A mermaid pool of blue water and flowers.
Pink cactus flower in Arizona desert.
A brown and white spotted wild horse in Havasupai.
Swimming in the clear blue-green waters of Havasu Falls - real mermaid.
Purple flowers blooming at dawn in the Grand Canyon.


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.