Today as I was power walking through London, I came across a young boy who was sitting homeless in London Bridge. So as I continued on my way, storming the streets of London. Because as always we Londoners (I’m really a northerner, shh don’t tell anyone), are always very importantly trying to efficiently get somewhere quickly to meet someone equally as important who will also have other engaging things to do with their day. A voice caught me, let’s call her consciousness … “G

After several years of breaking away from bad habits, destructive situations and cold relationships. Amazing things have started to happen, seeds sown long-ago have begun to grow. So after spending four delicious days at Exhale yoga festival, hanging with beautiful souls. Dressed in baggy jumper’s, leggings and wellies, a few of my favourite things. I was surprised to find myself feeling disjointed and irritable. It felt like I had taken steps forward only to be reminded that

I grew up knowing but not quite understanding that I was different. I believed in fairy tales and magic far beyond the age I should have. I'd play for hours by myself, except looking back I don't believe that I was actually alone. Growing up I felt at odd with the world, cruel words spoken and the harsh realities of life. I've gone through rough patches, learnt tough lessons. Some I have clung to, and some I hadn’t even realised was a lesson. Now those people and situations

I started my journey well I guess when I was born or if you want to get all philosophical about it. Being a yogi, and talking about spiritual beliefs is more acceptable than it once was. But more over it is about having the confidence to voice who you are, to be honest and true to yourself. This blog is my way of doing that and hopefully giving strength to others to do the same. As I took a leap of faith to travel 6 years ago, my path to enlightenment, my journey whatever