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May 16, 2019November 20, 2020 by Genevieve Boast

YOUR STORY STUDIO

How many of us are familiar with the concept of a ‘studio’?

As a kid, my mother would retreat to her studio (which happened to be an illustrators desk in her bedroom window) and spend hours drawing. She would always emerge full of life and inspiration. I loved it when she went to her studio.

I have come across many kinds of studios in the years since, but each one has the similar magic of providing a safe, quiet space away from the noise of daily life within which we can pause, reflect and enjoy time working with our gifts.

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May 9, 2019November 20, 2020 by Genevieve Boast

RESIST-REPEAT-RESTORY

This weekend I was gifted with a 48 hour period away from my normal story. My wonderful husband booked us into a tree house yoga retreat in the forest just outside of Sydney (at the amazing Billabong). It was just what my soul had ordered, yet the outcome was not exactly what I was expecting. In fact, what I ran up against as I came to my yoga mat multiple times each day was the strength of my own inner resistance.

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March 7, 2019November 20, 2020 by Genevieve Boast

FROM LIMITATION TO LIBERATION

Right now, the many people with whom I come into contact are working through a story of limitation and constriction in some way. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if you are sitting here reading this, you are also experiencing this sense of limitation in some area of your life! I certainly do.

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February 14, 2019November 20, 2020 by Genevieve Boast

THE GIFT OF A MOMENT

Death is a strange and multifaceted experience.

Over the last few years I have experienced this life changing transition in many forms. Whether it was the death of family members, the death of friendships or the death of parts of my identity, each time I was left changed forever. Transformed by the gift of insight, love and surrender to forces beyond my human control.

This week however, like a bolt from the blue, I was told that friends of mine had lost their young daughter to cancer.