When I got pregnant with Amber I found myself too nauseous to continue with my daily sitting practice of an hour in the evening.during this time, I was able to reflect on how all of those people suffering from illness such as cancer would cope with meditation while being sick. It was incredibly difficult for me just to sit for five minutes without throwing up or thinking about throwing up how could some of those people go days? Have chemotherapy and still focus and be still?It was one of my biggest hurdles to overcome during my pregnancy and one that I failed.

Meditation wasn’t something that came easily to me.I played around with it a bit in UNI and I had some amazing results,but I didn’t attempt to incorporate it into my daily practice.Then when I travelled through India I had the opportunity to do it in a variety of cool and out there places with some freakish people,but this still wasn’t enough to coax me into taking it up daily.When I returned to Indonesia I took a Reiki course and this again brought me back to myself and I started doing it more frequently.But it was finally a trip to Yogyakarta that taught me the importance of practice.

My husband’s neighbour in Yogya was quite famous for his ability to heal.He went by the name of Mas Agus, and while he was nothing special to look at and his house was a bamboo shack at tge base of a river he was very talented at clearing all of my negative emotions and teaching me the art of meditation.

Mas Agus was a healer in the ‘kejawen’ tradition, spiritual Javanese mysticism.He could see things in other dimensions he could heal and break spells when needed.The Javanese are very big believers in ghosts and black magic and thus a career can be carved out of this line of work.But he was what we westerners would deem a White witch or warlock if you like.He would not tamper with black magic unless breaking a spell for someone as this kind of magic has dire consequences for those who cast it.

Mas Agus worked for free and any money he ever earned was through the charity of those who were grateful for his help. A significant indicator of a true healer.

On our first night together we went down to Parigntritis beach,another mystical place for the Javanese.We found a quiet spot and we sat and we breathed.After some time I felt a surge of energy pulling me down onto the ground and after probably an hour or two I experienced a huge awakening.A shift in my consciousness it was as if I’d been reborn.It was probably merely a cleansing of my chakra points,bur it was so good to feel so free,so revived and empty of negative energy.From that night onwards he told me that I had to practice sitting each night for an hour and again I’d feel a great lift in my spirit.

An hour was not exactly easy and as most beginning meditators know five minutes can feel like an hour.Slowly though I found my way.The befits I experienced from this practises were tremendous I felt a clarity in my thoughts like I’d never experienced before,I could identify my higher voice and was for a time able to communicate with the universe when asking big questions about myself.But the biggest benefit was of course the release of that stress that we experience in our jobs and day to day living.I would like to think that I was more rational and thoughtful and finally understood what it was that really matters.

What really matters is what’s important and we find ourselves so caught up in this perpetual wheel that we too often forget.A simple flower can bring us back to ourselves.The amount of money we accumulate,the holidays we take,the houses and clothes we own are all apart of this cycle we think we need,but do not.What’s important to us is love,compassion,friendship and genuine humanity.Without this we have no real existence.No real meaning and purpose.

It’s now time for me to start meditating again.Little baby Amber is now one and a half and I have the time to just sit and practise.


Comedy Club

Flip.I hate starting a blogpost Ive already written but have forgotten to save.OK so maybe it ‘s an omen telling me to write in a more personable fashion.

This Saturday night I went out to the Jakartan Comedy Club with some of my friends Ms Venhoek and Ms Tewari included.Now we got up to some antics and almost lost our lives before even arriving at the Mandarian Oriental Hotel to watch the act,but that is for another post about how many times I’ve been rescued by angels.

Anyhow,once you peel back the layers of clubs and find some of the happening scenes around the place you discover some hidden gems out there specifically designed for the expat in mind.

I’ve been a regular to the comedy club now on three occasions and I have to say that the event has been side stitchingly funny.I ‘d never been to a stand up comedy event in Melbourne,which by the way is famous for them,but am really enjoying the outing once a month to listen to crass vulgar humor.The comics come from a range of places and this weekend had us listening to one from the UK and another from Ireland.

The thing I love most about this comedy is to see how far your own level of morality can be pushed.Coming from a very Victorian upbringing I’m surprised to laugh my way through some of the jokes made,but have often left with tear streaked cheeks. And that is what keeps bringing me back.Laughter they say is one way to rid yourself of stress.and I feel Luke I’ve got quite a lot of that at the moment.

The thing with stand up comedy is you should never sit at the front.Front row people will almost always become apart of the act.Not even a toilet stop is recommended as the comic will talk about you while you are away.Unpleasant let me assure you.

The comedy club is well within everyone’s budget and well worth the one and a half hours into town.Next time you are feeling in the need for a little Zen Laughter come along and laugh your way through whit us.

Well recommended.



I’m so excited because I’ve finally got my head around how to use imovie.  I might not be perfect yet,but I understand how to put it all together and I’ve learnt a few tricks along the way.  Watch out family I’m sure to bore you all was endless mind numbing family videos from week to week.

I began learning about imovie from Jane Ross two years ago,but after my first attempt didn’t give anymore thought to it.  Then I started doing somethings on it last year and got totally fed up after I’d forgotten a few steps and couldn’t work out how to transport my files out of my computer.

This is my third attempt and while my work is shoddy, I’m extremely excited because at long last I’ve got my head around the program.  YIPEE

A Five Finger Blog Post

So I’ve decided to test out the dexterity of my fingers.Will I be able to use my miniature hand held computer to succeed at this post?

It only seems logical that this is the way forward.Our computers are becoming hand held miniature devices  in the form of our smartphones and we can’t seem to go anywhere (yep not even into the most remote of jungles)without them.

I found myself off the beaten track back in 1999 when I backpacked around India and Nepal for eight whole months.  It was the first time I’d ever been on a big travelling stint on my own and I found myself having to keep in touch with friends and family via email (the snailmail letters were just beginning to lose their luster).  Anyway on this trip, as the seasoned traveller will know the important things is ‘Best and Cheap’, so whenever I’d wind up in a town or city I’d search out the cheapest internet cafes and spend an hour or two every few days putting together my letters.

I recently returned to India this year,2011,and was given a taste of the modern traveller.The modern traveller doesn’t need Internet cafes.The modern traveller comes equipped with a personal laptop,a blog page and the latest long lensed digital camera.And most of all, the modern traveller seeks out hotels or cafes that can accommodate their need to be connected through free wifi. Although the wifi was pathetic it did work at 4:00 am in the morning, when I found myself up prepping for my sunrise trips here and there.

Smartphones are compact,not out of the average persons price range and if you can’t use them for their ‘real’ purpose at least you can connect them up to the net.Most of them have amazing applications,cameras and videos and they even enable the user to connect to blog posts as I’m doing now or to provide a hotspot when your’re stuck to your bulky laptop.  I currently have an iphone 4 which I can’t go anywhere without, my maid has some Chinese looking version of an iphone which enables her to facebook with her family and friends in her village for under Rp50,000 a month.  The reality is these smartphones are keeping us connected.  They are fast becoming a must have traveller item and just a must have item.

I have now completed a post on my smartphone and have added these lovely photos just to show how smart it really is.  These phones might just hold the answer to the the digital divide.


Back in 1999-Pushkar-With an Indian Family

New Delhi 2011-Nisha,Hanung,Amber and I- My Own Family

The best aunties EVA-Shruti and Briony-My friends

Finding Your Voice

Finding your voice is not like going shopping for a new handbag in the latest fashionable style or colour. That I can do easily. It’s not like swimming on a beautiful hot sunny day or taking a walk on the beach with no shoes on, feeling the grains of sand massaging the soles of your feet.

NOPE. Finding your voice is difficult. Because I think it means knowing who you are. It’s about establishing your purpose, your audience, and your method of alluring people to hear what it is you are saying and feeling good about what it is you want to share.

When you add this voice to the internet it is thus far more difficult because it means considering the repercussions of your personal growth in finding that voice. It means taking a risk, putting yourself out there. The question we should probably ask before attempting to find our voice then is how much of a risk taker am I? How far am I willing to stretch myself? How much am I willing to share and be okay with the mistakes I make along the way?

It is this type of growth that has the biggest impact on our development as human beings,  but we are all designed differently.

Here I am playing around with my voice fumbling my way through here, so that someday soon I find it.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”
� Helen Keller

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Motivational Speakers

Taylor Mali is apparently a ‘motivational speaker’ who was a teacher and now uses what he learnt from teaching to be a speaker for others.  After listening to him for five minutes I can definitely say Taylor Mali is not inspiration to me and for my style of learning, I wouldn’t be very inspired to do much after listening to his brash voice.

I listen to a lot of motivational speakers such as Jack Canfield he wrote the Soup for the Soul Series and another of my favourites is Mark Victor Hansen.  These guys inspire and connect everything that we do to universal energy and I guess what some people think is a lot of hocus pocus ‘The Law of Attraction’.

Taylor Mali seems to be a comic, but I don’t really like this type of humor.





This world dictates to us much about the choices we make, about the news we read, even about the information presented to us by the internet search engines we use.  Being apart of the cogs in the world money machine is difficult to escape and their power over ownership of creativity have taken us further away from our creative souls our individuality.  They have put us into little cages like battery hens.

Creative Commons has given choice back to the people.  We can choose to copyright our work.  We can choose to allow other people to use it if they wish.  In fact, the biggest impact Creative Commons has had is on giving creative ownership and individual expression back to us.

Understanding copyright and plagiarism is something schools focus on all of the time, but what we don’t do enough of is teaching and using things in Creative Commons.  Students are constantly learning about what they can’t do, what they shouldn’t do, that copying something means they are stealing.  However, we don’t spend enough time teaching them what they can copy, how making mash ups of peoples work leads to a new contemporary form of creative expression and that copyrighting their work means they can share be apart of the owning their work.


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