Autumn in the Algarve I’m writing this in shorts. The sun is pouring into the studio, the doors are open & the Algarve is doing that thing where she pretends it’s still August… …and yet something in me is calling for soup! Socks, Blankets, Boots.. For slow mornings & warm hands wrapped around a mug. To light the fire. I know I'm not the only one.. Even here, where our winters are gentle, something shifts. The light softens. The evenings arrive earlier. The body seems to know the year is...

What could shift in 19 days? Imagining on this New Moon...

Standing on the edge of a 500-metre cliff in Madeira, looking out across the mountains and the Atlantic Ocean, I remember thinking, "Well... there's no turning back now." Oddly enough, that's exactly how turning 50 has felt. Sometimes life asks us to become quieter before we're ready to speak again. After several years of building Transform to Bliss here in the Algarve, celebrating my 50th birthday, and an unforgettable experience flying high above the mountains of Madeira, I realised...