To travel is to be gifted

Our beloved Hans Christian Andersen delivered many fairytales that have left a mark on our hearts and minds. But it was his love of travel that inspired my journal as I took a trip to the UK. While I perched in the leather aisle seat of my flight to the Great British Isles and enjoyed…

An afternoon with our resident Pilates teacher, Niki

It was a glorious Sunday in Barcelona and I made my way across to a hidden little gem known as Parque de la Estació del Nord, nestled neatly behind the Arc de Triomf. I was on my way to take part in my first ever Pilates class with a dear teacher called Niki. When I…

Finding a new sweet at Barcelona’s Poetry week

I recently caught myself looking at a full sized casting of a grandiose figure who’d claimed the name The Poet. It was in fact the accomplished sculptor Augusten Rodin that conceived this sensational nude male resting deep in thought back in 1880. Since then the figure has lost his original titlage and gained not only…

Gautama Buddha taught me to inspect and respect my skin

Today is the day in the calendar that marks the birth, enlightenment and death of Gautama Buddha, a man who’s teachings encouraged me to let go of my shadows this morning. Incidentally, I felt inspired to inspect my skin and look within. As I saw my tea stained lips below my subtle hair flicks and…

From the greatest lover on Sant Jordi

As I made my way to Farmacia Barcelona on the acclaimed Passeig de Gracia, I noted the entire street filled with books and roses. Of course, a romantic never forgets Sant Jordi, a most important day in the Catalan calendar. The day, as it ought to be, is set in stone as its tradition stems…

Interview with Sandra, our local Zen Coach

It was a Friday afternoon and I was thrilled to be meeting up with Sandra Geitz. I walked through the city streets remembering the last time I briefly met her. She was hosting a Zen Coaching workshop about surrendering to the here and now, and what an enlightening workshop it was. I came away learning…

A pilgrimage into the unknown

What does it mean to be spiritual? What does it mean to be connected with your own ways? And what does it mean to look at yourself just as you’re about to set off on a pilgrimage into the unknown? I’ll tell you what it means to me. It means that I’m going to pack…

A poem from the Barcelona beach

When the sun is sweltering She invites us to jump in, When we can’t stop flapping She jokes and keeps splashing. When we reach for our breath She shows us it’s not our death, When her waves are winning She pleads not to throw the towel in. When our pastries join on She feeds us…

Walk this way for our great offers on display

There is a particular question that I’ve been faced with in recent months, and that is, ‘to have or to be?’ While I look around the glory of my home, each and every item that rests in its place has a special reminder of what it means to simply be. To be the friend, to…

We hold hands for International Women’s Day

I’m snowed in and I feel like Im part of the book from Stephen King. If you don’t know him, he is a real King where story telling comes in. He titles the book Misery. But what a tripe destiny to be the one that is not free. The plot thickens as the main character…

Holly dolly toys with a selection of our essential oils

We call her Holly dolly. She sees us as we fall down like the rain and rise back up again. She looks at us puzzled as we try to earn and gain. And she can’t stand it when she feels like she’s in a chain. But with Holly dolly there is no blame or shame….

Project your love somewhere swell this Valentine’s day

Shocked and in awe of Alfred Hayes, author of 1954’s book ‘In Love’, I was inspired by his ability to efficiently describe his soul’s desire into a short love story. By way of his projections onto his lover, and following, his blank canvas, I recognised in myself some of the mysteries of the mind of…