Favourite Things

Dance as though no one is watching.

Just two of my favourite things today. 

One of the many joys of living in Byron Bay is that when people say they are coming to visit they really mean it. It's that kind of place.

Last week I had a visitor from my distant past come to stay with us. Throughout the course of the week we drank copious amounts of wine, laughed into the wee hours of every morning and discovered that the passage of time has little bearing on friendships that are formed in childhood. Sure, in the lost years between we found our partners, have had babies, interesting careers, traveled to the ends of the earth and generally flowed through the joys and tribulations of life but we are fundamentally still the same people we were all those years ago. Some things never change.

Both of these images are a reminder that life should be embraced with both arms and that it is important to always stay true to who you are. Love and light x

Byron Spirit

Hey friends. What a week it has been! Right now on this sunny Saturday morning I am so happy for all the lucky girls getting married in Byron Bay this weekend. A week ago it wasn't such a happy story. This whole amazing sub tropical area on the east coast of Australia was under siege from 145km wind gusts and driving rain that threatened to wash us all away. Trees were uprooted, rooftops blown away and massive coastal swells gave our stunning beaches a beating.

We awoke on the third day to warm sunshine and the visible reminder of what Byron Bay had been through. Our car had been trapped at the end of a one way street by a fallen tree the night before so there was nothing to do but walk the three kilometres to work. Mid way through my enforced early morning exercise we were stopped in our tracks by a sea of flood waters. What to do girls, what to do? My Sadie jeans were too tight to roll up and I was not about to take them off in front of the long traffic snarl. Not even to mention the risk posed to my much prized leather flats. Bless my beautiful partner for flagging down a passing ute (Australian speak for flat tray utility vehicle). The driver allowed us to hop on the back (quite ungracefully on my part) and travel safely through the almost one metre deep waters whilst our black Kelpie dog 'Diesel' swam alongside. As a couple of observant local hippies called out...."That's the Byron spirit".