category: life on planet sas

he turned us into dog people

March 23, 2018

Dear Bohdi, It was on a five-hour drive to Cornwall to visit our pals Penny and Cam, when the idea of you started to become real. We’d been talking about getting a dog for years, but work and study and the furs and is our house big enough? There was always something that convinced us […]

twenty seventeen: my top nine

December 31, 2017

According to the numerologists, 2017 is a ‘one’ year, signifying the start of a new global energetic cycle. Here’s what I’ll remember 2017 for: Self-doubt. After years of researching and studying this fascinating phenomenon, I got super clear that the work I am here to do is to help people transcend self-doubt. I staked a claim […]

beware the well-rested woman

November 22, 2017

I spent five days last week running my annual retreat. Usually, I would be pretty much back at my desk asap, under some delusional notion that I had things to do that couldn’t possibly wait. Back in my corporate days, I would actively choose to fly into Heathrow at 6 am and go straight in […]

where will you be 15 June 2020?

June 15, 2017

I poured my coffee while Bodhi chomped away at his kibble (tied to the fridge so he doesn’t chase the cats). On the other side of the kitchen, said furs were breakfasting on Sheba treats (because they require a little bribery to get them in the kitchen these days). I sat at the table, listening […]

be the change: it matters more than ever

January 30, 2017

I believe wounded people create a wounded world. And so before we can become effective agents for change, we must tend the personal wounds that stir our reactive emotions, cloud our vision, and cause us to act unconsciously in ways that undermine our intentions and values. The willingness to look at our wounds is a […]

what I’m (somewhat reluctantly) learning, about asking for help

January 17, 2017

Rex: the original lone wolf. From a mildly troubling encounter to a full-blown crisis, my default response has always been to brace myself and cope. Alone. I’m so used to noodling around issues for days; I’m the Mistress of the Pro-Con List, I take long contemplative baths, I journal my tits off. Only when I’ve decided […]