Eccentric talents.

People close to me know that my friends are my world. The word friend is derived from the the Indo-European root meaning 'To Love' and that I do. From travelling all over the world for the last 13 years, I feel incredibly blessed to have these special people pocketed all over the globe from all walks of life.Mostly artists,creatives,eccentric beings.In London One eccentric being has skills beyond his own imagination. His name is Adam Holtrop and his eye is better than most.In london Recently he captured me in some images that are provocative and pushing the envelope.I love his style and thought process. check out his photography it's more than beautiful. www.adamholtrop.com. HE is a budding talent in the world of stillness.Capturing love on film.

Blissed out at Exhale

'Razor sharp stillness' he said in his ever so calming voice, the sweat poured off my face as I felt this incredible Ecstasy.
My heart was at peace. I felt like I was home in this moment.I was present.Deep in every moment with every breath.His oxymoronic saying struck a few cords with me.Sometimes the most radical thoughts come to me when I am deep in my yoga practice.Sometimes it's what I'm having for dinner that evening,or the washing powder that I need to purchase on route home.I usually dedicate my practice to one or more people at one time.Yoga is my meditation when I cannot sit still.It is liberation when I feel caged.Sometimes we are complete contradictions as human creatures.I know I have been myself. There have been times where eating only organic food vegan food accompanied with bottles of wine and countless cigarettes was my oxymoron. Where lies the logic in that. Its the contradictions that make us human, slaves to what we feel might make us discern some sort of fluffy feeling. I guess it is all an illusionary window pane, staring back at us and only showing us that inner peace might not come from external fabricated rubbish that we put into our bodies,but the very stillness that we feel in those moments of pleasure when we are at union with our breath.

One of a kind

A little more than magical was my week in London.A huge contrast from the shores of Africa to the chilly, busy and eclectic streets of portobello.A Thespian friend of mine,and almost too famous face,we will just call him Frank,quite literally skipped from one coffee house to the next giggling like two children, frolicking in the London streets in between autographs of course,we lunched at Electric,One of London's trendiest spots.We drank tea at the Woseley,as you do and Apparently It takes almost three months to get a booking just to go there for tea!! In this case, Frank is loved and adored there (like he is to me but in a very different way)and no appointment is needed.This restaurant is truly an experience and a spectacular sight.It smelt of old school english glamour,I felt like I was underwater,at sea. I was that day with frank,as we talked and laughed incessantly.We shopped for carpets,bits and bobs,and amidst all the chaos that follows a saturday morning stroll through the streets, he picked out a purple scarf with woven edges, covered in little tea cups,which could almost be indicative of the amount of tea I drink.Either way it had Lima all over it.It reminds me of him.One of the kindest souls I have ever met, truly gracious in every way.At midnight we thought of smashing more Tea and this time at the Ritz.Tie-less was Frank and ruled by strict dress code,He had to choose from their selection.He never made a fuss and chose a Navy and white polka-dot tie, I will never forget it.I took on the regal rules of the place and tea'd it like the queen.Pinkie up and saucer on my lap,trying not to slurp,and with a straight face it was somewhat challenging.An innate sadness came over me when I left his presence that night. He has that infectious warmth and enigmatic energy that one cannot buy.I was filled with a whole lot more that day.I love you Frank, You have a place in my heart forever.....