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I dropped my son off at the school gates and watched him run in to meet up with some friends. I clicked on my indicator, waiting for a gap to appear in the thick school traffic. At last someone gave me a wave, and I slipped into the stream, making my way to my first visit […]

It\’s a funny old thing, life. The chance meetings or happenings that change your direction, ever so slightly… But a slight change in direction over half a lifetime can take you to somewhere very different to where you thought you might go at the time. When I started in practice, I was on fire to

Read all of this story. It could save your pet\’s life! (Please share, also.) I have so many people ask me about tick prevention products. They are often deeply conflicted, as the products are toxic chemicals, and at the same time, a paralysis tick can kill your pet. I\’ve seen people\’s pets severely harmed by

A suspicious \’woof\’ greeted me as I hopped out of the van, and a long, low, droopy-eared form came carefully out of the door. \”That\’s a good sign,\” I thought to myself, as I could see that she was moving so, so much more happily than the last time I\’d been to visit her. The

I drove past the turn-off, first time around. Some muttered swearing to myself, then a place to turn around, backtracking, and aha! There it was… I pulled in through the gate, over a grid with a rattle and a thump. I parked under a tree, and stepped out onto the lawn. There were roosters everywhere,

It was hot, hot and dry, baked like an oven, all the grass dead, crunchy under foot. The sandy soils raised dust with any movement, the sun was like a glaring hot hammer in the sky. Any movement raised a sweat, which evaporated before it could even make you feel damp. My lips were dry,

  I sat in my van for a moment, organising the day in my head. I nestled my bag on the seat, tucked my lunch into a safe corner, and then pressed the sticky note with the list of addresses up on the dash. The clouds hung low, dark, ready to veil the world with

The road wound up, up and up. My trusty little van growled, and the view spread out forever. I turned the air con up a notch as the sun burst through the windscreen, and a smile crept across my face. I was looking out for the turnoff, slowing down. There! A battered old wooden sign.

I gathered everything I needed – printed out notes for the workshop students, clipboards, some essential oils, clothes, and squeezed it all into my suitcase. Off for an adventure, to teach the Whole Energy Body Balance (WEBB) foundation workshop in my old stomping ground, Townsville. Into the car, humming along the traffic streamed freeway, finding