When you’ve worn out your Havaianas traipsing from yoga to kirtan via every sideshow spruker selling ways to clean your aura, change your diet, flush your poo hole, pump your chakras, cure your cancer – or your sadness – and you’re still not feeling the luurve – it’s finally time… you’re ready my friend, for a holy moment with … More The Shit Whisperer
Forget your Lululemon and your botox shots, my brothers and sisters… get down to your knickers and sit under a tree, or a star – you might just find that there’s something the grass, the birds, the bark or the skidding clouds have been wanting to tell you.. http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/02/yoga-is-becoming-one-with-nature-a-conversation-with-danny-paradise-jade-richardson/ After a lifetime doing just … More It’s only natural
A month washed in, a month washed out. Here in Vilcabamba rainbows were broiled up and rinsed out, we had a peace festival which caused no end of bitching and treachery, dust devils hurled themselves about the gritty streets and I walked on with dirt in my teeth and a bliss bomb in my pocket. … More Bliss. Bomb!
In the beginning was the word, And the word, in this beginning was B.O.R.E.D ! So what would you do? I mean, if you had this chance to leave your world and all your pressures , compromises and responsibilities behind, to step out into the (sort of) uncontaminated wild, to live free and unfettered, unjudged … More It’s transcendental, baby
A little ditty for elephant journal…. http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/06/angel-or-ahole-jade-richardson/
There are renovations at the house of Ketut Likir. And queues. Since being blessed with fame for his pivotal role as the mystic in Eat, Pray, Love he has enjoyed wave upon wave upon glorious golden wave of fortune. Western travellers on the pilgrim path for all our lost happinesses seek him out, to gaze … More Eat, Pay and leave…
Ubud, Bali: Musings on the alphabet piano So it’s been a while… about a year? But I have good news friends! The best! You won’t believe it! I am happy, sitting at a hand-carved Timorese writing desk, with my rescue kitten triplets bashing themselves up amid a tumble of fallen frangipanis by the pool, to … More The Excellent Death of Mr. Happy