
Today I made a to-do list. Then I made a “things I’ll probably do instead” list. Guess which one is already ticked off? My Capricorn brain LOVES a good plan. Neat boxes. Tidy lists. Cosmic order. But then my ADHD tendencies kick in and suddenly I’m…..staring at the wall. Or the plants. Or rearranging the…

In 2023, we packed up our life in Fremantle, WA. We sold almost everything, bought a caravan and set off east. Just like that, we’d officially joined the ranks of the “grey nomads” only, without the grey (ok, I might have been in denial!) Working online made it possible. Oh boy, it felt liberating. Free.…

So, here’s the thing. I talk to my plants. Every. Single. Day. Mother-in-Law’s Tongue, Bird of Paradise, Spider Plants, Peace Lilies, Pothos, Devil’s Ivy, Palms, Monstera (even a Thai Constellation baby) ~ they all get their daily pep talks. And yes, they’re thriving. (Coincidence? I think not) Now, I’m about to add a Maidenhair Fern…

How are we already in October? Honestly, I blinked in July and somehow it’s October…..I’m not sure I gave it permission. This season, I’m slowing myself down and calling in what matters ~ love, kindness and peace. Because there’s a lot of sadness, hurt and heaviness swirling around in the world right now. And while…

Some people collect stamps. Others collect shoes. Me? I collect vintage clothes. And the way I find them is by following my nose ~ literally. I can’t help but sniff out vintage wherever I go. Markets, op shops, garage sales ~ if it smells like mothballs and magic, I’m there! My love of vintage isn’t…

Ever walked into a room and felt like someone had already sucked the oxygen out of it? Or met a human who makes you feel instantly lighter ~ like they’re basically walking sunshine? That’s your aura clocking in for duty ♡ Now, I’m not talking about crystal-ball woo woo (though, hey, light me a candle…

So, apparently, I’m now one of those humans with a blog (wtf, I know!) Somewhere between raising five kids (who are now adulting in the big wide world), starting community projects, drinking far too much coffee and wrangling life in the rainforest, I decided the internet needed my rambles. You’re welcome. A little about me?…

Not many people know the depth of what I’ve lived through. One of the hardest chapters of my life was losing my boys ~ not to a system, but to someone I once loved, their dad. It shattered me, them and the whole ecosystem that was meant to hold us. I’m not ready to tell…

Reporting live from the bush: So you want to live off-grid? Dreaming of sunrise yoga, boho vibes and eating papaya straight off the tree? Cute. But let’s talk about the real locals you’ll be sharing space with. Spoiler: they don’t pay rent, they don’t respect boundaries and some of them want your breakfast (free-loaders!) Huntsmans…

Right now, our little grassroots youth space is at a crossroads. We’ve built something beautiful here in Nimbin — a place where young people can drop in, feel safe, share a meal, jump on the computers, or just chill and know they are loved. It’s not fancy, it’s not funded by millions, but it’s real.…

Some humans toss in their veggie scraps, coffee grounds and pumpkin rinds. That’s cute. Around here? We’ve gone full aristocrat with our compost. We don’t chuck scraps in ~ we contribute personally. Yep. Our compooost pile is less “bin” and more “exclusive members-only club” Entry fee: your business and a scoop of wood shavings. It’s…

Humans often ask me: what does RainMinded actually mean? So, I guess it sounds like I’m either obsessed with the weather forecast (which is kinda true!) or it’s some kind of niche yoga pose. But here’s my truth: RainMinded is my philosophy, my mess and my magic all rolled into one ✨️ So being RainMinded…

We’ve all met them. The friend who leaves you drained after a “quick chat” The co-worker who dumps their chaos on your lap like it’s a group project. The human who calls only when they want something….. These are your energy vampires. And unlike the sparkly movie kind, they don’t need fangs ~ they just…

So, apparently, I’ve reached that stage of life where my own writing looks like it’s been penned by a drunk spider. At first, I thought maybe I was just too tired……or maybe the pen ink was smudgy……or maybe my journal had started conspiring against me. Nope. Turns out, I just can’t read my own scribbles…

So it’s springtime in the rainforest and apparently, every snake in Nimbin got the memo: “time to get your hisssssss on” I’m all for romance. Flowers blooming, bees buzzing, love in the air kinda shit, But when it’s 2 six-foot sneks tangled in a love wrestle right outside my home, I feel personally attacked. They’re…

Sometimes the most “woo woo” thing you can do is actually the simplest: take your damn shoes off. Right? Toes in the dirt, skin on roots, bum on the grass if you’re brave. That’s where I remember who the I am ♡ They call it grounding or earthing, but honestly? It’s just reconnecting with the…

Alright, let’s get messy with words ~ because that’s where the healing hides. I started RainMinded after the social platform gods banned me for a stress meme (yep, 3 days personal, 30 days work ~ ridic, right?) Turns out all it took was a shove from the universe and now I’m spilling it all. No…

So, here I am, launching RainMinded because the big social platforms decided they’re the bosses of my thoughts. Picture this ~ I posted a cheeky little meme in my stories ~ yep, just a harmless jab at stress, something we all feel! Next thing I know, bam! A 3-day ban on my personal page and…