In January 2014 I quit my job, sacked my clients, shut down my freelancing and content marketing business and spent every cent I had volunteering in the Philippines Visayan region following Typhoon Yolanda.
I returned home to Australia obsessed, changed, uplifted and depressed all at the same time.
I sold my stuff, played music in the streets (you may call this busking) and received donations from family, friends and complete strangers. I used all the money to create my own humanitarian projects helping impoverished children and families.
Somehow I did three trips to the Philippines in 2014; what a year!
Having shed all but a few material possessions, I had planned to travel from country to country exploring my creativity, playing music in the street and writing stories of the people and places. But overwhelmed by grief at the shock of death, poverty and ignorance I found myself unable to write or play music at all. I went into hiding.
Then a little Filipino boy (only seven years old) came into my life and changed everything. He asked me (someone who had never ever had children) to stay with me and live at the house. At first I said no.
Somehow, I found myself in my mid-forties a mum for the first time. He couldn’t speak English and I could barely even say hello in his mother tongue Ilonggo.
This website and blog is a story. It is my love of self-expression through music, art and poetry recording my travels and dual lives between Australia and the Philippines. It is a place of inspiring stories of love and kindness; the people I meet and the places I see. Most of all it is a narrative of a little boy who has changed my heart forever.