by Alice Bulmer | Jul 10, 2024 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Life coaching, Metaskills, Tools of resilience, Wellbeing
Do you really want to do regular spiritual practice, but it’s just not happening? Your good intentions go astray when the course ends. Or after you get home from the meditation retreat. It took me many years to find a regular practice of my own. I’m sharing some...
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 | 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 | 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...
by Alice | Jun 17, 2021 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Family skeletons, Favourite, Metaskills
Deep in the forest, high up in the mountains of New Guinea, a huge bird strides confidently through the undergrowth. Foraging here and there for seeds and fruit and insects, the cassowary is the queen of the forest, the biggest creature in this ecosystem. She doesn’t...
by Alice | Jan 19, 2021 | Ecology, Favourite, Tools of resilience, Wellbeing
I love putting my hands into beautiful, living soil. It’s an amazing, grounding, energetic feeling. I enjoy other aspects of gardening: caring for plants, building compost heaps, harvesting and eating the bounty. But getting my hands in the dirt gives me a feeling of...
