I am a full moon (and so are you)

If there was one blog entry I would want you to read, It would be this one. Someone recently asked me, Why do you write? Do you get paid? How do you find the time? Someone else recently asked me, My darling, I’m worried, why don’t you write anymore? Well. I write, because I have no…

I have a friend. Her name is Blu.

I have a friend. Her name is Blu. Well… her name is sometimes Blu. Other times it’s Rachel. But that’s neither here nor there. This friend of mine is special. And not just to me. There is a light in her eyes that boldly reflects the colour of her sometime-name. It bounces sunlight under the…

Bare and Bubbles 

I don’t know much. About forevers or nevers. I am a giggle filled coconut with easy way outs and friends at sunset in different time zones moving to kygo and mojitos. I am really fortunate. Rarely frightened. Sometimes it’s okay to mix it up. I am spending a few days in silver beds surrounded by…

Heart Child

As Originally Seen in Current Issue of Mai Life Style Magazine…   HEART CHILD By Matisse Walkden-Brown People usually don’t like talking about their internal fear, their deepest sadness, their fragility. The things that rattle our bones, reach beyond our learned thoughts and talk straight to the soul of our inner 8 year old’s who…

Growing Pains

When I was about 13 years old I remember my legs hurting during the night. They would ache. Stretching and extending and pushing my muscles to the limit. Beginning their journey to rise (quite literally) to the 6 foot tall challenge. All unbeknownst to me of course. Growing Pains. Don’t get me wrong, I was…

Instagram Island

It seems like these days, everybody has a sunset, a swim, a coconut or a horse in their day to day life. Everybody has a tan, a laugh, a natural beauty, a wild side. Everybody has a phantom photographer on a secluded beach. Everybody has Instagram. I am one of the guilty. Hands up (for…

Beautiful Blank Books

I watch an MTV show called Catfish. I first saw the original documentary in 2010 with a group of friends in Newtown, Sydney. Back then, I thought the story was interesting and eerie and really liked the main characters. I did not think too much more about it. Since being back in Australia on holiday…

The American Dream … The Pacific Nightmare …

Last week my father and I were having breakfast together. We usually eat with the backpackers at our family’s resort and say good-morning to the staff as they meander on in. All smiles and stories and many a minute late. We have one staff member, our handy-man, who has an extremely socially tricky name. His…

Laying and Lying in Paradise Isles….

And here I was thinking we had finally made it. We were all grown up. And high school was over. But as someone close to me said recently… ‘High School is never really over. We just go grey.’ I feel like I have spent my twenties engulfed in numerous themes of exploration. When I was…