The Meditation Hunter

03/09/2026

03/09/2026

The calm before the storm. And just like that, life is about to ramp up again. 24 hrs ago we found out we need to move house here in Sydney. 5 hrs later we had found the perfect new place. In 2 weeks we move. (Trying to be calm about that bit 😛). 5 weeks after that I head back to India for 3 weeks with a fabulous group as we journey through Rajasthan and Rishikesh. 6 weeks after that we head back to the UK for year end to spend another week with family. Busy? Yes. Joyful? Absolutely 🙏 And through all that, as my dear friend Megan Dalla-Camina (who incidentally has an awesome event in Bondi next week - link in her bio)says, Indian silk kaftan season begins!! (IYKYK).

21/08/2026

This follows on from the last post! DM or comment for pricing or more info xx

04/08/2026

Stories That Still Speak | Hanuman

There is a beautiful ancient Indian story about Hanuman, the monkey god. As a child, he possessed extraordinary strength, courage & limitless potential. But through a series of events, he forgot who he was. His power didn't disappear. He simply forgot it was there.

Years later, those around him reminded him of what he had always carried within. Only then did he realise that the strength he had been searching for had never left him. It had simply been forgotten.

I often think about this story when speaking with people who feel stuck. The woman who dreams of changing careers but tells herself she's too old. The man who stays in a relationship because he no longer believes he deserves better. The person who has spent so long caring for others that they've forgotten who they are beneath all the responsibilities. How often do we confuse forgetting with not having?

"I'm not courageous enough."
"I'm not capable enough."
"I'm not confident enough."

But perhaps, like Hanuman, those qualities haven't disappeared. Perhaps they've simply become buried beneath years of self-doubt, fear, disappointment or the stories we've come to believe about ourselves.

One of the things I love about the wisdom traditions of India is that they don't suggest we need to become someone else.
Again & again, they remind us to remember who we already are.

When I look back on some of the hardest chapters of my own life - building businesses, facing a cancer diagnosis, losing my father, stepping into completely new chapters, I often think I was braver than I realised.

Not because I wasn't afraid. I was. But because courage isn't the absence of fear. It's the willingness to keep taking the next step, even while fear walks beside us.

Perhaps that's Hanuman's greatest gift. Not superhuman strength. But the quiet reminder that we are far more resilient than we believe.

See caption below for a simple practice for you to try xx

04/08/2026

Has India always been a country you have wanted to visit? But not sure where to start? Or who to go with? Every year we take the most amazing group of women (and occasionally men) through Rajasthan - staying at incredible havelis and palaces, witnessing sunrise at hilltop ancient temples, rummaging through room after room of antiques and fabrics, receiving riverside personal blessings from the holy men. Held in safe space by our incredible team on the ground and personal guides.

If this calls to you, DM me for details, comment below or download our brochure from the link in bio ###

29/07/2026

Life is not perfect. It is here to challenge us. To allow us to grow. To learn from experience. To play out our karma. An adventure that causes pain and joy. We can choose to expand or choose to retract. To follow the path or retreat from the fear.

Recently I was told that I had the biggest appetite for risk of anyone that person had met in their last 25 years of business. Apart from one person. My partner. Now - you could say that is a match made in heaven. Or you could say it’s a recipe for disaster. I’d say it’s a fun rollercoaster. And as one with a big appetite for adventure, that’s just fine.

I follow the Vedic way of thinking. Philosophies that have been passed down for centuries. I believe in karma. I believe in dharma. I study Jyotish, the Vedic map of astrology - it gives such insight into our habits and thoughts, our karma and patterns. It makes everything make sense. And so I trust. I trust that life plays out the way it is meant. I trust the sliding door moments that appear and I follow them as I feel is right.

And that is why I don’t fear death. It will come when it is due. When karma says it is my time. And I believe the soul is eternal. I have witnessed the souls of others, seen things I cannot explain. Faces transformed, actions I cannot even begin to explain. This life is an eternal stream of fascination. And I am beyond grateful. Let my karmic path lead me where it will xx

28/07/2026

I cannot begin to tell you how amazing and meaningful and special the last 3 weeks have been. I am eternally grateful to my partner and clients for allowing me the space to make this happen. Two weeks of incredible connection with my mum, such special times and adventures that we will never forget after such a painful 10 months for her. Time spent with my daughter, always like we are just two halves of the same. And as we enter our last 48 hrs here in Mallorca, such a special island that for some reason has never been on my radar until suggested it. Truly energetically different. Hard to explain. And in true Rahu style, which we both find ourselves in for the next 16 yrs, we shopped up a storm. 🙈🤷‍♀️ including some of this fabulous local jewellery. Mallorca - thank you 🙏 And - what an incredibly beautiful place for us to live for a few days 💕

23/07/2026

The last two weeks have been a long awaited trip.

Back to the village where I was born. The lanes I knew as a child. The familiar accents. The hedgerows, old churches and rolling green hills that first taught me what beauty looked like.

And yet…

Even as a little girl, maybe there was always a part of me that knew I wouldn’t stay. My mother had left France at 18. My dad probably about the same. And at eighteen I also packed my life and headed to the other side of the country for university.

Eight years later I packed it all into a suitcase again and boarded a plane to Australia.

I’ve always been a wanderer. Not because I was trying to escape where I came from. But because I was endlessly curious about what the world might reveal. Every country has become another teacher. Every culture another doorway.
Every ancient tradition another thread in a tapestry that somehow feels older than all of us.

Returning home after all these years has reminded me that our roots matter. But so do our wings. Perhaps our soul asks both of us.

To know where we belong……and to keep walking towards the mystery. Because every place we visit leaves something behind.

A way of seeing.
A way of listening.
A way of being.

And slowly, almost without noticing, we become a little less certain of what we thought we knew……and a little more in awe of life itself.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never really travelled to see the world.

I’ve travelled to remember that I am part of it.

21/07/2026

I am currently visiting my mum for a couple of weeks. Deep in the depths of the UK's South West, where secret tunnels run under the town to local ancient castles, where King Arthur is rumoured to have lived, where sacred water wells are within a short drive.

There are some parts of ourselves that cannot be found in the place we have always lived. Not because they aren't there..but because the noise of our everyday lives has become louder than the whisper of our own soul.

We may wonder why every ancient culture placed such importance on pilgrimage. Why people walked for months to sacred mountains. Why they crossed deserts to temples.
Why they travelled vast oceans in search of teachers they had never met.

Surely it wasn't simply to arrive somewhere else.

Perhaps it was because the soul remembers through movement. Each step away from the familiar is also a step away from the stories we have unconsciously collected about who we are. The one who is always busy. The one who must always be strong. The one who has forgotten how to wonder. And then, somewhere along the road, something subtle begins to happen. Almost imperceptible.

A conversation with a stranger. The sound of bells echoing across a Himalayan valley. A sunrise that asks absolutely nothing of you except your presence.

These moments seem so ordinary. Yet somehow they reach places within us that years of thinking never could.

The ancient yogis spoke of smriti—sacred remembering. Not learning something new. Remembering what has always been true. Perhaps that is why certain places call to us with such persistence. Not because they hold something we are missing... But because they hold up a mirror to something we have forgotten.

Maybe the greatest journeys are never about discovering the world. Maybe they are simply about remembering ourselves.

Has there ever been a place that felt strangely familiar, as though your soul had been there long before your body arrived?

07/07/2026

| Saraswati

If Ganesha teaches us to begin, then Saraswati teaches us how to continue the journey.

I used to think wisdom was something you collected. Read enough books. Attend enough workshops. Visit enough temples. Meet enough teachers. Surely, I thought, wisdom would simply accumulate over time.

But one of the greatest lessons these traditions have taught me is that knowledge and wisdom are not the same thing.
Knowledge fills the mind. Wisdom transforms the heart.

Saraswati is one of the most revered deities in India. She is the embodiment of wisdom, learning, creativity, music and the flowing pursuit of truth. For thousands of years, students have offered prayers to Saraswati before exams, artists before creating, musicians before performing.

But perhaps her greatest lesson is not simply to learn more.
I think it’s to become more.

We live in a world where information has never been easier to access. We can listen to podcasts while we drive. Read books on our phones. Ask AI almost anything. Take courses from anywhere in the world. Yet despite all this knowledge, many of us still feel uncertain about how to live. Perhaps that’s because information tells us what to think. Wisdom changes who we become.

The wisest people I’ve encountered have never claimed to know everything. Instead, they remain endlessly curious. They listen more than they speak. They ask thoughtful questions. They understand that every person, every experience and every challenge still has something to teach them.

Wisdom isn’t measured by how much we know. It’s reflected in how we respond. How we love. How we listen. How we navigate disappointment. How we treat people.

Perhaps Saraswati isn’t inviting us to collect more knowledge.
Perhaps she’s inviting us to allow what we already know to shape the way we live.
Today, ask yourself: What is one lesson life has been trying to teach me lately? Have I simply understood it… or have I truly lived it …