Tropical Tantra Coaching is here…

A few months ago I announced it and now the day is finally here – my official re-entry into the world. Tomorrow my first Tropical Tantra Coaching retreat will begin. I am scared and excited, nervous and relaxed, fast and slow, in deep trust and reaching for control, all at the same time. My home, the tantra pavilion and the guest Casita look and feel spectacular. New hammocks hung up, dead leaves taken away. Everything is licked, clean, green, lush and vibrant. There are tropical flowers everywhere. I unpacked the workshop boxes I hadn’t looked at since Steve’s and my last Tropical Tantra retreat exactly three years ago.

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2017: Love & Aliveness

This last day of 2017 began the same way as the first day of this year – with an 8km walk to Playa Grande, Montezuma, Costa Rica, at sunrise with Coco. It was absolutely stunning, exquisite and uplifting. As I walked along on the hot smooth wet sand, on one side the open, warm Pacific ocean; on the other side wild jungle; the roaring of the howler monkeys in the trees, and the screeching of the parrots. Nobody else but Coco and me. Although I must have walked on this beach 1001 times, I never tire of it.

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“Kate’s Law”: A Red Herring

Generally, I avoid making political statements, yet I am going to stick my neck out now and write one that is very close to my heart. You may have read about the shooting death of a young woman, Kate Steinle, in San Francisco in July 2015. My heart goes out to her family; I understand what they must have been going through. Ms Steinle was killed by a homeless Mexican man, a convicted criminal who was in California illegally. The gun had been stolen from the personal car of a federal park ranger a few days earlier, and the shooter had found it. Due to the tragic circumstances presented in court, the shooter was acquitted last night by a jury of all charges except for being a felon in possession of a firearm. This must be a very, very difficult verdict for the family, and it has unleashed a wave of outrage across the media. I am not going to comment on the verdict but on something else.

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Enough already

Turmoil. Cancer scare. Grief. The weeks after my father’s passing were difficult. I felt sad, isolated and lonely. The thin layer of healing over Steve’s death came loose all over again. I cried and cried and cried. My father and his well-being had been at the forefront of my mind and heart for many years. Now there is a sense of relief (for him) yet more prominently, a strange and somewhat scary emptiness.

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