airport alphabet
next time you’re on the way to somewhere and you have a number of hours to kill, might i suggest a little game of airport alphabet? check out my recent game here: airportalphabet.tumblr.com. created because i had the time and needed to spend it doing something creative. i managed to get the whole alphabet, then (halfway through uploading) realised i was in the wrong terminal at charles de galle (and if you’ve ever been there, you’ll have an idea of how disastrously this story could end), so i cut my... Read The Rest →
postcards from montreal
dear friends, my heart is full to bursting because of tiny jewels, of happy accidents: chance encounters, random crazy moments of what-the-fuck-just-happened, feeling my heart change beat to sing in time to the drummers in the park, noticing the sound of the tap in the kitchen dripping and the hum of the refrigerator in the corner, finding the best coffee in the neighbourhood and making new friends of strangers. magic lies in places like this. the discovery of a new friend via the blog world that leads to a meeting,... Read The Rest →
postcards from amsterdam
dear friends, i love amsterdam. it’s one of only two places i have found in my travels (so far), that i would live (aside from my homeland). we stayed in a funky hotel just a 10 minute train ride from the airport; also conveniently located next to a tram stop that ran straight into the middle of the city [a number of] years ago i might have seen the appeal of sitting in one of the many cafe’s the city is famed for all day getting stoned, but not any... Read The Rest →
postcards from brighton
i love the quirky shops that make up the brighton scene, like utility. tiny, but fabulous. bills is the kind of place that i could while away the hours of a whole day wandering through the dusty snoopers paradise is a sure fire way to bring me happy the locals are terrifically interesting and the pavilion gardens are a beautiful accompaniment for the ornate building with love, -leonie Share → Tweet
intention
calling on the four elements: earth, fire, air, water. lighting a candle to honour my intention my writing for 21.5.800 is private. it’s a conversation i have chosen to have with myself as i realised earlier on this month that i had been spending so much time following what others were saying and doing that i’d forgotten what my own voice sounded like. so i retreated somewhat. and decided that 21.5.800 would be about me. and an experiment in communicating with myself via the medium of technology – namely my... Read The Rest →
procrastination
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i am the first coffee of the day i am a broken bottle i am the handwritten letter i am the last page i am your word for 2010 i am borrowed time i am the lid you can’t get off the jar i am the stuff collecting in the back of your couch i am underscores i am the squeaky wheel i am the cheque that is in the mail i am your first bite of watermelon i am the perfect spiral i am unsubmitted i am a birthday... Read The Rest →
postcards from toast nz
we don’t usually go to toast nz events as they have a reputation for ending up full of drunk nz’ers; however we were attracted to this event because we would be spending it in fine company. going with such fabulous friends definitely was the highlight of the event. other highlights included: the polo (england vs. nz which sadly we lost by one goal) the ngati ranana maori culture group (singing songs i knew the words to, and doing lovely poi) nz wine in the sunshine pies (and lamingtons) and the... Read The Rest →
impossible
must. stop. buying. film. Share → Tweet
manifesto – a free download
getting back to basics download the pdf A4 | 8.5 x 11 if you would like a copy for yourself the manifesto text work . play . rest keep it simple. ask for what you need TRY dream, create, inspire respect the environment it’s okay to say NO. buy hand made SMILE at strangers trust the process practise kindness. grow something tell YOUR story be present. begin again breathe deeply BELIEVE made for sharing *please be kind and respect my copyright by not passing it on as your own, though... Read The Rest →




