[VIDEO & PODCAST] I have to confess, before this article, I didn’t even know what ‘Wanderlust’ meant!

So I Googled it, as you do, and what I discovered was a pretty accurate description of how I’ve spent most of my life.

In the last twenty two years I’ve moved no less than twenty five times!

That’s some serious Wanderlust!

Not only that, I’ve also lived in six different countries, travelled and explored more than sixteen countries, and countless more cities.

I share this with you not to brag, but because what I’ve discovered in my 22 years of wanderlust-ing, and 12+ years of working with women from around the world, is that whether we have a lust for wandering, food, sex, love or anything else, what we’re actually desiring underneath it all, is to feel truly at home in our Selves.

That’s what fuels my deep passion to inspire and empower women to EXPLORE and EMBODY the juice and truth of who they are.
My hope is that through my story, you’ll recognize threads of your own, and together we can explore who we are as wild wild women, as deep feminine souls, and as a full embodiment of the Love that lives and breathe us all.
While my wanderlust ways have taken me to all corners of the globe and provided me with the most amazing experiences, it hasn’t always been rosy. In fact some legs of the journey were downright heart breaking.

But as I look back on my life well travelled, I realize that while I was exploring the world, I was really on the most precious journey of them all.

…The journey Home to my Self.

I think it was my Dad who originally inspired my wanderlust ways. He was an adventurer for sure.

As a young hard working entrepreneur and family man, he got his pilot license when I was a child. He bought himself a Twin Cessna 6 seater plane and away we went on our family holidays. We flew to faraway places like the middle of the Simpson Desert where we camped in tents. I spent my days bathing and fishing in hot steamy springs, dreamily chased dingo tracks, and watch the sun rise and set in colours I never knew existed.

We spent magical days in places like tropical Dunk and Fraser Island before they became popular tourist destinations. We ventured into the deep heart of Australia to the sacred Uluru (Ayers Rock). We flew to small, uninhabited islands in the Spencer Gulf where my brother and I would take off each morning to ‘explore’ the island, scouring endless white beaches for cowry shells, climbing cliffs (and getting stuck half way up!), discovering fairy penguins, saving sick rabbits and counting geckos.

After a few years my Dad traded in his plane for a boat and we went sailing for a month at a time, exploring the wild rich coast of South Australia. We fished amongst great white sharks (scary), swam with dolphins (amazing), snorkeled and dived for our dinner (delicious!).

Of course it wasn’t always smooth sailing. There were some hairy scary times, like when my dad had to do an emergency landing in a wheat field. And when the boat drifted off anchor and ran aground in the middle of the night while we were all asleep. Thank you Sea Rescue!

Through it all, I was never deterred. I LOVED our adventures and wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Hmmm…that might explain a lot!

I guess I have my Mum to thank for getting me started on my own wanderlust adventures as a young adult. When I was in a flap about subject choices for school and uni, she said,
“DON’T do what everyone else is doing, DON’T even do what you’re good at. Just do what you love!”
So I did!

Languages.

French, Italian and Spanish.

Her sage advice definitely paid off, and I got my first job overseas at the tender age of nineteen, in Spain with the Australia Tourist Commission. After a year working in beautiful Sevilla, I travelled to Morocco, then Egypt, Jordan and Israel.

As I explored the ancient temples of Egypt and Jordan, and made lifelong friendships sailing down the Nile,