by Alice Bulmer | Jan 28, 2025 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Food, Metaskills, Tools of resilience, Wellbeing
This is the second post in a series. It’s a follow-up to My friends the plants. You might like to read that one first, for context. Once upon a time, I believed herbalism was a kind of alternative medicine, prescribed by a clinical herbalist. Which it sort of...
by Alice Bulmer | Jul 10, 2024 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Life coaching, Metaskills, Tools of resilience, Wellbeing
You want to start a regular spiritual practice—but somehow, it just doesn’t happen. Your good intentions fade after the course ends. Or once the retreat glow wears off. Life gets busy, and your practice slips to the side. I’ve been there too. It took me many years to...
by Alice Bulmer | Jun 5, 2024 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Spiritual wellbeing, Wellbeing
This blog post is the story of my spiritual experiences—in a world where “soul” and “spirit” are often unspeakable. Spirituality is usually seen as subjective and deeply personal—something you keep to yourself. (Still with me? Thank you!) This isn’t a theoretical...
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 | 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 | 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...
