by Alice Bulmer | Nov 1, 2023 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Life and death
It’s a weird time of year, here in Aotearoa-NZ. The last days of October and the beginning of November. In the Southern Hemisphere it’s simultaneously spring and Hallowe’en. We have kids dressed as ghosts and goblins, walking the streets in the evening sun,...
by Alice Bulmer | Sep 28, 2023 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Favourite, Life and death
There’s a small worm farm tucked away under a tree in my back garden. It’s not a fancy worm bin. Just some stacked plastic boxes with lids and dividers. At any time of the year, it contains thousands of wriggly creatures. Willingly consuming potato peels, apple cores,...
by Alice Bulmer | Mar 30, 2022 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Personal power, Storytelling
Names hold power. Our personal names are vectors, co-ordinates by which we locate ourselves in time and space, relationships, culture and more. I’m still bearing the names I was given at birth: Alice Mary Bulmer. It’s not a very harmonious collection of names. For...
by Alice Bulmer | Feb 14, 2022 | Becoming Alice, Favourite, Life coaching, Metaskills, Storytelling
“I want a job that suits me and doesn’t drive me crazy. And includes music, or allows me time to make music.” This is the story of my long and winding road to life coaching. I hope it inspires you to seek life coaching much earlier than I did. Looking for my ideal...
by Alice Bulmer | Jan 22, 2022 | Becoming Alice, Life coaching, Music
How to write a song: The other day a client said to me: “I’d like to write songs, but I don’t know where to start. How do I choose a good songwriting course?” This is actually a complex question! Writing a song is incredibly personal. Vulnerable. Even more than a...
by Alice Bulmer | Sep 12, 2021 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Storytelling
This is my story about the strange and eventful year that was 1966. It took me all the way from a bungalow on the volcanic lava slopes of Auckland/Tamaki Makarau, to a haunted Elizabethan cottage in East Anglia and back again. In 1966 I learned that the world...
