Sixth Poetry Show Music Learning Abroad & Giving Back to Your Community

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

Learn about how to be part of the community in your adopted city abroad. Be inspired to learn a musical instrument and give back to your home city.

We start the show with a poem ‘From Behind’ accompanied by music. I adapt her poetry and creates lyrics. There are some trialed and failed attempts at traveling abroad. I believe that all experiences are valuable. You can find out more on my sister blog, Traveliterature.

In Spain I started singing lessons at an academy and later at a community centre. I believe that this is the best way to start a musical instrument because you develop an ear for music.

On my Sixth Podcast Poetry Show, listen to a special song from my guitar teacher in Spain. It was recorded on my trusty cassette recorder back in the days- do you remember using one of those small cassettes?

It’s such a beautiful souvenir of my experience there and after going onto Germany, I didn’t find an experience like it. So I didn’t play guitar after that. I still have my guitar and play the songs I learned on my own. It’s wonderful because I can look back on those experiences and it makes me feel good.

Have you ever learned a musical instrument abroad? What was it like? Feel free to share in the comments section below.

So the most precious aspect about traveling abroad is giving back to your community. Learning through such cultural experiences is priceless. Money can’t buy the sensations abroad and it gives me great pleasure to share these with you. Listen to my Podcast audio for more!

I’m also happy to announce that you can now access my Podcast Poetry Shows plus books on iTunes.

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A Tour of Rikugien in Tokyo, The Garden of Six Principles of Poetry

I made it to Japan and visited one of the most beautiful parks in a city I have ever seen. Read about how I planned this trip and the inspiration for poetry here. In fact, I learned that there is a lot of respect and interest for literature in Japan.

We didn’t plan this but on the same street as our hotel there were a number of book stores and a book fair. I need to research more into this myself but the book fair was for Japanese literature and some English books. For the link to the international book fair click here.

DSC_0251The choices were so overwhelming and a pleasant surprise to experience this in such a highly advanced technological city! I can’t emphasize enough the way books in print were highly valued. Even though I can’t read Japanese, the atmosphere left an impression on me.

So we went to the Rikugien Park in Tokyo with not a lot of knowledge other than it was influenced by Waka poetry. What did leave an impression on me was the way it was quiet everywhere.

In Tokyo trains you weren’t allowed to conduct a mobile phone conversation. I appreciated this totally along with the thought that people were much more disciplined in this park. It’s a park that seems to long your attention. It’s peaceful.

Rikugien Park Information Board

There were 88 spots of literary significance arranged along a path surrounded by a pond and an inslet.

There were 88 spots of literary significance. I was too overwhelmed with beauty to think about ‘the spots’ and was grateful that the park was quiet with a few people. I did notice some plaques with Japanese writing on them that marked the spots. The ones that deteriorated were replaced by wooden ones. More information on the park and a map click here.

Enjoy my photo gallery of the Rikugien Garden in Tokyo. These are just some of the photos we took. It takes around an hour to tour the garden and I read that there is a guided tour of the park in Japanese. I wish someone could recite the poems as I walk along this garden or if I could read the poems myself.

The whole place – the tree formation matching the landscaping, the water in the pond and how it seemed to fall under the bridges, the colour of greens that seemed to blend into each other-the shadows that accentuated the shapes- it was a work of art.

As I’ve said before, I’m humbled by the power of the written word to recreate such beauty. It strikes a chord because soon such a natural wonder of the world- a nature park in the centre of the city where I’m from will be senselessly destroyed. It’s only a short term lease and who knows what could be built in its place. At least I have my memories of it preserved in a book- to see it click here.

I’ve written some impressions – not necessarily of the park or Japan itself but of what came to mind. I reached a clarity of mind to allow impressions and perceptions to form. This is one of the great reasons I love travel. The getting there is also significant and a time to reflect. There are no interruptions other than time to eat, drink and sleep.

I might reblog this post onto my Traveliterature blog with photos and travel tips for the other places we visited in Japan. If I do, I’ll update this post so please visit again.

Our trip was a taster. A week wasn’t long enough to do everything Tokyo and the rest of Japan has to offer. The highlight of the trip was the parks, food and the kind people. There is something for everyone.

We’ve traveled to most parts of the world and have chosen a few we’d visit again. Japan is one of them.

Finally, to end the tour, here’s me at one of my favourite spots at the park. I loved the way the branches seemed to dance and looked like sculptures.

Me in the park Tokyo

Have you a favourite park? Feel free to share it or any other comments you may have.

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Third Poetry Show Is Reading Elitist?

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

I’m going to talk today about literature and dance, and recite and talk about the poem, ‘ Speaking to The Universe’. If you’d like to listen to the audio click ‘play’ on this player. If you explore Sound Cloud, you’ll find it in Spanish, along with other audios.

When I first lived abroad, I made a set of tape recordings to send to them. So, do you think that reading is an elitist activity? As a child, I found reading difficult. Looking back, I think it had a lot to do with my cultural background and the fact that I couldn’t relate to the stories. Many of the stories I heard came from my parents, about the Greek heroes, myths and legends and so on. So at school I felt dumb and left out.

On my Facebook feed today I found a quote about self-care. I had some decisions to make and these helped me out. It’s hard to battle it out in your head alone, so I decided to be proactive and do something about my problem. So I read the quote’ Don’t be afraid to say yes.’ And it worked! I realised I wasn’t saying yes because I was honouring the don’t say no.

So how do you know when to say yes, and when to say no?

Listen on to learn more about this as I talk about how we are all different. So listening to others sometimes doesn’t work because they give you advice based on their experiences. You know yourself better. I go on to talk about reading comics and alternatives to reading and writing through multi-modal texts.

Now to have fun, you need to feel accomplished. So making right decisions are important to me. I’d like to meet new and amazing people. And what I like about that is that also feel brand new. There are no expectations.

So is reading an elitist activity?

I found a great blog called Critical Margins where I got some perspective on the topic. There’s a sense that literary writers look down on genre writers, and visa versa. How do you choose a book?

There’s a wonderful book store in Frankfurt, a few floors high. Lots of books are in German, and there’s a section in English. It’s wonderful because you can have a cup of coffee at the cafe there, as you read your books. The atmosphere is fantastic- lots of energy and enthusiasm for books! So almost each time I go there, I find a book.

You don’t want to buy a book, just so that it sits on the shelf. A best seller doesn’t always suite my taste. So the library is a great place to try out a book before you buy it.

Why do you write? I’m still exploring this issue. I also find genre writing hard because it doesn’t allow me to be my creative self. So is literary fiction then the way to go? (At least in my case.) If you read the definition, then perhaps it is.

If you are thinking of writing a book, looking into the categories is a good idea. But don’t be ruled by them. The problem with reading too much for those purposes, is you might compare yourself. You also want to find your own voice.

Doing these podcast episodes have helped me articulate my thoughts, and this in turn has helped my writing along. Find what’s right for you.

The challenge of blogging for me is reaching other people. It doesn’t seem to be as easy as it used to be. Perhaps because of tighter filters and now with companies who ask you to pay an amount to promote your book or blog. I don’t want to do that, and can’t afford it for that matter. And why should I? It definitely is harder. But I don’t think about that and focus on enjoyment, and the quality, not the number of followers.

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12 Steps for Self Care

12 Steps for Self Care

I don’t often share quotes from other pages, but this one stuck. It’s so simple to read, like a set of principles. I refer to it on my Podcast.

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New Poetry Show on Travel Abroad

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

Stories about life, love and travel that inspired the poet to write. Listen to poetry readings and responses.

Hi and welcome to my first poetry show. You’ll be listening to stories about life, love and travel, and how they inspired my poetry. It’s a Sunday morning here in Frankfurt and I’ve just made myself a cup of tea. So kick back and make yourself a cuppa too, and enjoy!

My first poem, Astrella, By Bike to Australia & Back! When I was living in Spain, I taught in a public Spanish school. I couldn’t speak any Spanish, and being the only Australian, I was quite a novelty. The children saw me riding my bike to school every day, and one day I discovered that they thought I arrived from Australia.

But each and every day? That’s impossible and not practical at all. ‘It takes 24 hours to get to Australia,’ I said. ‘And by plane.’ I’m not sure if they totally got it. They were around 4 years old. And looking back, it was strange for an adult not to be able to speak Spanish!

I was once on a radio show, and had the nickname ‘La Australiana’. Like most Aussies living abroad you want to make the most of it, and experience as much as possible. I joined Manchegas dance and learned guitar.

London was the place of books and travel of easy and accessible. I made my way to Germany- every place has a story- and I’ll be talking about these as I go along. So I first decided to travel to cure my curiosity for Greece. What was it like living there? How did I cure homesickness? What inspired me to write? Listen on for more stories and poetry readings.

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The Garden of Six Principles of Poetry

Soon I will be in Japan! I look forward to the sensations and inspiration travel brings. Since I was a girl, I was curious about Japan, mainly because of the shape of the country, and the small islands.

I usually research my destinations before I travel. Not only does it help me plan, but I have some background knowledge to help understand the people and culture. Learning all that I can is important to me because I will know what to say and do. Although, I reserve all expectations!

I found out that in Tokyo there is a garden called Rikugien, which means Garden of the Six Principles of Waka , meaning ‘Japanese Poem’. Waka is a type of poetry in Japanese Literature which has six elements.

The most widely-composed type of Waka throughout history is Tanka. After googling it, I found this definition:

‘The Tanka poem is very similar to haiku but Tanka poems have more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor and personification. There are five lines in a Tanka poem.

Tanka poems are written about nature, seasons, love, sadness and other strong emotions. This form of poetry dates back almost 1200 years ago.‘ An example can be found here.

Furthermore, I was interested to read about the ‘poetic culture’.

In ancient times, it was a custom between two writers to exchange waka instead of letters in prose. In particular, it was common between lovers. Reflecting this custom, five of the twenty volumes of the Kokin Wakashū gathered waka for love.

In the Heian period the lovers would exchange waka in the morning when lovers met at the woman’s home. Read more on Wiki here.

The park was built between 1695 and 1702 with permission by the fifth shogun of the Tokugawa dynasty of Japan. After his death, the park was neglected and was restored again in 1878. According to what I read, it’s a place of ‘scenic beauty’.

I would like to take some time to enjoy the gardens, and perhaps sense the poetry of the place.

I read that there are a number of dramatic bridges and a leaf viewing forest in the garden, one of which was inspired by a Waka poem..

‘One if the bridges, Togetsukyo was inspired by a Waka poem about the moon moving across the sky as a crane cries in a nearby rice paddy.

The bridge is made up of two large stone slabs that are laid parallel to each other. Read more on the tour here.’

Before my research on the garden, it was unclear whether it was built based on the forms of waka or if the garden influenced the forms of poetry. I read on to find out that famous waka poems were the source of much of the design of the garden’s landscapes and features. It’s incredible to know that poetry can be the source for recreating such beauty.

It seems that Japan is a great source of inspiration for writers! I may also go on a day trip to Kamakura, a city that a writer friend recommended.

I’m told that it attracted a huge number of writers and Japanese creatives in the past, and that many literary figures have made it their home.

My friend tells me there are hills, forests, temples, shrines and beach. It’s also close to a small island, sitting off the main coastline, Enoshima, connected by a short bridge. I will also go to Horishima, and spend one night there. It’s terrifying to read about World War II and the atom bombing (1939–1945). To read more click here.

There was once a garden on the Berger Strasse, a street in Frankfurt where I once lived, which was an inspiration for my poetry. It was when I started to write and publish so abundantly. The words flowed so freely and easily. There was no right or wrong, no rules, just enjoying the surroundings as I wrote. Much like a witness to beauty, with a camera to take photos. As I took the photos, it felt like I was seeing for the first time, like I was focusing in more on the details, enhancing the beauty of the object.

Looking back, I think that the contract between the walk there, the shops, cafes, and people, and the tranquility of the garden, was what moved me to write.

Upon my return from my trip to Japan, I might post some photos of my travels.

Have you been to Japan? As always, I look forward to your comments.

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My Most Memorable Travel Experience


My two friends and I had an idea to dance in the parks of Paris. But there was a twist. Because of work commitments I could only travel in winter.

“We will put on layers of warm clothes, drink wine and tea, and dance to keep warm.” We chatted about as we sorted our costumes and routines. After not having seen each other for a year, we had a lot to catch up on.

I lived in Europe for 8 years and left to return home to Darwin, Australia for personal reasons. We’d kept in contact via Skype and I continued to practise the dance moves. Another twist? I could hardly speak German. “French is more important,” Gala insisted. “You are in Europe and you are a dancer!”

At that moment, my heart almost stopped and I took a deep breath to wake up. My living, breathing dream was to be that. And what better place to dance than in Paris!

Besides, I had a crash course on French weeks before. Our Bohemian Weekend adventure in Paris was born.

Gala’s apartment in Frankfurt is a beautiful high ceiling old German building. The most memorable pieces were a bookshelf that covered a wall in one of the living rooms that doubled up as a bedroom, dividing the space with a white silk curtain. The large windows and classic white walls gave the sense of more space, and mirrors were placed everywhere in arty ways. A perfect setting that set the mood for Paris that weekend.


The getting there said it all. I was so excited to enter the train and find our seats. Cherishing every moment, of course I had my camera, pencil and pad paper with me. I’d started learning to draw and had some coloured pencils packed in my suitcase that I never used.

Oh, well.. next time! Before we knew it, we’d arrived in Paris. I packed much more than usual, because like every woman and dancer, I needed to have a variety of clothes and jewellery to choose from. I stepped out quite awkwardly but found the strength to walk with my luggage in confidence. It is, after all, why suitcases come on wheels!

Upon arriving at our apartment we were greeted by a large beautiful fluffy cat at the counter. “So French,” I thought smiling at the humour.

That night, we decided to explore the place where we planned to dance. I had my high black boots on that weren’t the ideal walking shoes for the distances we had to do. I was so relieved to finally arrive, I didn’t mind the dodgy look of the place. It had a charm I couldn’t put into words, possibly because of the colourful lights that reflected on the water.

CYMBALS BY THE SIDE OF THE RIVERI saw many young people, especially men loitering about outside a club, surrounded by walls of graffiti art. It was midnight and dark, but the lively atmosphere reassured me as I began to play my finger cymbals Tak-takka-tak, tak-takka-tak, as Gala joined me with the hypnotic dance.

Almost forgetting where we were I was startled by a guy who approached us, asking for a light and wanting to know what we were doing. Another guy followed, and thinking the worst we quickly fled.

3 artists, 3 silent voices walked the living streets of Paris late that night back to our apartment,  wondering what to do the next day.

What impresses me most about Paris is the way it embraces the good and the ugly, opening avenues for self-expression and beauty. Graffiti art and collages of posters were everywhere, encouraging my senses to explore further. My attempts at speaking French were welcomed by beautiful pouts of moving mouths. How do they do it?

Everyone is beautiful in Paris because French beautifies their souls and integrates them into the Parisian unique style.

Paris has a place for everyone with quarters that appeal for every taste. Our quarter was accessible to other famous arty quarters such as the famous hill of Montmartre and in the other direction was Moulin Rouge. We placed our food shopping in plastic bags on the ledge outside our apartment window, which we used as our outdoor fridge and went to bed.

The adjacent building from our apartment block with 3 floors was the focus of my wonderings. There’s a dancer in the middle floor. She is not seen at nights because of the reflections by the lights and so she dances alone.”

Gala and I exchanged ideas for writing as we got dressed the next day with colourful layers of skirts, pullovers, scarves, and dangly large earrings.

“Oh my gosh!” I cried, “I have no more foundation. “Danke liebe Gott,” Gala replied, “that it will do your skin good to have a break.”  PICNIC AT NIGHT BY THE FRENCH PYRAMIDAfter a long day of preparation we finally arrived at a spot across from the brightly lit Louvre. We chose a tree with a bench surround its trunk, where we made our home for the evening. We were in good spirits as we drank sweet wine and set up the picnic, laughing and joking at the novelty.

We had fine cheeses, salad, bread and meats that we ate as we got ready for our performance.

I noticed many men in the distance hanging around looking like shadows but this time I felt safer with just the right amount of traffic nearby not disturb the scene.

Maria Grujicic Dancing In ParisI took my cymbals and danced with the Arc de Triomphe du Carroussel as the beautiful background of the outdoor stage. Later, Gala and Lena also started to dance with hypnotic moves that synchronised and mirrored those of a partner. It felt like I was dancing on air.

Later, we walked a little and came to a  structure that felt like the Arc de Triomphe du Carroussel. I wouldn’t be able to tell you what the name of it was because I was too involved in the moment to care. “How does the Manchegas song go?” Gala asked as she suddenly halted, a cue for me to sing instantly.

“Tarralum, tarralum, tarralum, tum, tum,.. My voice rang so loudly that it felt I was waiting for this moment all my life.

The voices of my friends followed with echoing sounds that brought back memories of my time in Albacete, Spain. Listen to the song here:  01-Manchegas de Albacete We walked on after we noticed a security camera and took a train over to the river Seine.

We looked for different backgrounds for our dance by the side of the river. First we stopped at some steps and did fun dance poses, taking lots of photos.   I climbed up high on the podium at the bottom of the steps and posed like a dancing statue.

Gala wrapped a beautiful red satin scarf around my head that exposed my large earrings and kept me warm. We continued closer to the water, feeling more confident and energetic as the night progressed. We stood on a large wooden plank where the boats dock, making sure we stayed in the middle and not fall into the water. This time, we used our veils to dance to the music from the ipod compact speakers.

The life of people still out and about seemingly pulling us as we walked on, arriving at a bench across Moulin Rouge, a street away from our apartment. We took out the dessert part of what was left of our picnic hamper and some hot lemon tea, sat quietly and people watched.

It wasn’t until later I realised I lost one of my finger cymbals that must have dropped by the side of the river. Losing a piece of dance accessory means a lot to me because of the history attached to it. Nevertheless, I got over it and the greatest souvenir of this trip will stay in my head.

Words can’t describe the sensations of a weekend French Bohemian life but I managed to keep these by publishing a book, Poems That Touch The Soul. Paris by night is my favourite and the thought of this theme, along with the river and lights, the surrounding shadows of loitering men, I started to compose ideas of the mirror of the night, my poem later to be titled, Glorified Queen Bee which probably encompasses my impression of the weekend of Bohemian Paris.

The next day was our last, and we explored Paris by day.  We bought food from the grocery store which incidentally, was carefully chosen by Gala who was studying to become a naturopath. We walked to the famous hill, Montmartre on our last day to have an outdoor picnic lunch.

As we headed towards the river we detoured into different streets, specialty shops, places to eat and a market.  Gala helped me choose earrings, practise makeup with the right shades of colours, a tribal dance costume, and other accessories to go with our tribal fusion and American tribal dance style look, bought at chains of budget shops.

I promised myself upon returning to Darwin, Australia that I will do more dance practice because I tend to write more than I dance. I don’t take learning dance routines as seriously as I possible should, or to be kinder to myself, I’m forced to prioritise because of lack of time, and so I fluke the steps and improvise, relying on my reflexes and natural instincts.

Gala believes that it is more important to have graceful dance technique and natural style than know the steps. ;) This trip taught me the value of stepping-stones and the giant leaps that are possible by travel because through travel I have gained perspective.

Perspective is what helps me see my progress and ways I can improve. My Paris trip didn’t go totally to plan. Certain things happened that could have turned out better but it was a way forward to better things.

Now, I keep positive and hope to one day return to Europe and continue my life there. Until then, I’m enjoying the moments I have.  Perhaps my luck will turn and I win this competition, and relive my dream for 6 months of my dancing in Europe. Look at the link here if you’d like to vote for me.

A career in education was how I kept focused and justified my travel addiction over the 8 years abroad. “Just one more country,” I told myself. From London to Madrid, to Albacete, then Frankfurt. Finding another job in a different city was as easy as a click of a button on the computer at the local internet café and a phone interview.

“Yes, I speak very good German,” I lied. I was learning at the local school of languages but it would never be enough. And so I found myself in the most unlikely place, Frankfurt, Germany!

Throughout my experiences abroad, I have always incorporated dance in everything I did but was always disappointed in myself for not starting at a younger age. It was just a few years ago upon making friends with Gala when my writing matured and realized that in belly dance age is not a barrier and in fact an advantage.

To be honest, I don’t really need this competition to find myself back in Europe. I can do this in time, but I wanted to enter because I think it’s a cool way to express myself and my passion for travel. Little excuses for travel transformed into unique, memorable experiences. A glass of wine in Paris or a tea in London and a why not try a different city, learn the guitar in Spain, another language, and getting totally lost in a big city, pursued me to places I may not have experienced with a travel guide.

Once a traveler always a traveler. In fact, my mind is always traveling because I’m the ideal dreamer. I can create anything from nothing everywhere I go because inspiration is inside me.  A traveler can be anyone, and once abroad, of course you then become one! The crunch is that my experiences changed me forever and I can’t remember the person I was. It’s like I disappeared!

Before heading overseas for the first time, I spent weeks packing and unpacking. You might know the scenario.. taking stuff you probably won’t need but taking it anyway. Comfort stuff like maybe a teddy bear memento, a favourite inspirational book to keep you going, a comfort blanket, and enough toiletries to last for months. How things have changed…

Bohemian Weekend Adventure In Paris

Tears for a rainy day photo

Gala Yakovleva is my dance teacher and good friend who lives in Frankfurt, Germany. We met through our belly dance classes with a teacher named Soriah and even though we were dancers belonging to the same group, we didn’t talk much. I didn’t speak a lot of German and I was quite shy.

One night, after a few years dancing, Gala announced that she will be starting a new dance class of Tribal Fusion and American Tribal Style. I was keen to try a different dance class that would compliment what I was already learning.

What begun as a dance class on Saturdays turned out to be something of an artistic performance creation, of which I found inspiration for my writing that I had only just begun that year.  Everything started to fall into place as I wrote as I danced, and I discovered new things about myself that I wasn’t aware of.

Have you ever felt in your heart that you really wanted to do or be someone who was so simple to the eyes of others, but was too shy to do it?

I love to dance, and have so all my life. I feel I was born to dance, but I never pursued it professionally. I’ve done other things and continued my search for the unknown. I even traveled abroad and stayed in Europe for 8 years searching for a career in education and other things… But why not dance?

Upon reflection I think I felt that because I didn’t start as a girl, it was too late for me to do it. Why do I call my passion a hobby, when I wait until the end of my work day, just to rush home, to nothing else but write and dance? I’ve settled for a teaching career, which isn’t bad, I’m a great teacher, but the truth is, that teaching spoils my spirit, my passion for life, because to me, the greatest teacher is life itself. And as a girl I wasn’t able to pursue my passion at school. My parents didn’t understand, and I was pretty much a dreamer the rest of my life.

And so I felt grateful that I found my friend Gala, who understood me and guided me and a handsome, supportive, loving husband, I found my dream in Europe.

But there was one problem. Because of personal reasons, I had to return home to Australia. I left my dream behind. But I have kept in contact with my good friend Gala, and she keeps up my strength by swapping ideas and inspiration.

Gala taught me the connection between life and dance, and the inseparable nature of the two. I learned Tribal Fusion and American Tribal and ballet in dance. Last winter,  early January 2013, I went to Germany to see Gala for 10 days. We went to Paris with another dance friend, and led a weekend of Bohemian Lifestyle.

Gala especially chose the food and wine at the grocery store. We prepared our banquet outdoors and because of the cold winter, we dressed in layers of warm clothes. We danced by the lights of Paris by night. I took photos and wrote ideas for poetry, philosophy, costume making, and went shopping for jewellery and make up.

The photos in my book were taken of Paris and dance classes in Frankfurt, Germany, reunited once again with my dance friends. I miss Gala and the other dancers, but I will always visit and have this wonderful book to remember the moments with them.

I learned many things about myself on my European adventure, including the conclusion that a true dancer, dances anywhere and any time. It was crazy, it was fun and we did it in Paris! I learnt to surrender to my dream, and this is a lesson that perhaps we all need to learn.

Sometimes perhaps we deny ourselves our true dream because we are afraid, lack belief, or conditioned to believe that it can’t be true. Perhaps we may even sabotage possibilities with negative self talk in fear of failure.

Now that I’m back home, I am more determined to pursue my dream. & I’m sure of only one thing..that it can only bring truth, which I believe is the key to happiness. Some days are better than others. Sometimes I feel like I’m enclosed in a small space and cannot do what I truly want, and am surrounded by fast paced activities of nothingness. But when I start to dance, and write, nothingness disappears and I begin to see purpose for my life. If this can happen for just even a glimpse of a time in my day, I can truly be happy.


Sometimes we need to step away from our immediate surroundings for all to become clear and find truth. This is true for myself. It is how I came to write my poems as I realised my subconscious love and passion for dance. My varied life experiences at home and abroad led to self-discovery and a realisation of a life of dance that I have always led that relinquished my disappointment of lack of pursuit.

Life is dance, and without dance there is no life, and love for these are inseparable.

I’m a dancer and poet at heart. Two inseparable art forms, one soul. “Poems that touch the soul & don’t adhere to the pattern of life”, refers to a nomadic lifestyle that lends itself to reach the unexplored self. This is an art form, one of its kind because it can dance and has always danced.

It unites strongly through poetic philosophy that delves into ethical boundaries, aesthetics, education and love. A concept that encompasses and revolutionises a soul. It becomes true in its purest sense as every word put to paper is felt by my heart and a last breath celebrates creation.

You may want to delve into this book from the end to the beginning or read a few poems in no particular order. They will still retain their sequence because they don’t adhere to the pattern of life. Each poem makes a connection to the soul in different ways and this is what brings the poems together as one.