BLOG – Kristina Garla

Sculptor of the Heart

Sculptor of the Heart

When your heart breaks open and falls to the ground in tiny pieces, the sculptor of the heart comes and gently gathers them. She picks up the bigge...

Life

I am enough

For sometime, I thought abundance was about more. More joy. More money. More of whatever it was I desired. This worked for me for quiet a while. An...

Life

Awakening abundance

I have been on a journey. It started with my relationship with money and has led to a connection with abundance. My trusted companions on this incr...

The wisdom of death

What is death but the breath of life. Death is perhaps one of our greatest teachers. It gives great clarity to what is important. It has a way o...

Writing from the body

Do you ever, while journalling, catch a small piece of yourself floating off and imagining someone else reading the words as you scribe them? ...

Life

Discovering Hado

Today I discovered a new word. I love words. I love language. And I love it whenever I discover a word I have not come across before. Today, it was...

Followed by grace

For a while now, I have been followed by grace. Whenever I have paused and looked over my left shoulder, grace has been there. So it should be no s...

Self care

Burn bright, beautiful

"Burnout is a clue that the energy you are putting into something is coming from the wrong intention." Ram Dass. So obvious and simple. So true....

Life

Letting the light in

For years I lived in the heavy darkness of a suspicious mind. How I viewed the world was the result of a traumatic period in my past. A time when l...

Memoir

Love holds us together

Today it is 12 years since my father took off his human space suit and returned to stardust. It is 12 years since he died. Some years are easier th...

Life

For the grace of fear

Last night as I was getting ready for an online somatic breathwork session a small Redback Spider ran across my yoga mat and hid next to my water b...

Self care

Making friends with fear

Fear is a little bit of a conundrum. On one hand it can drive us to do great things and awaken our instincts to ensure physical safety. On the othe...

Memoir

Witnessing the wilderness

I have just returned from Arrernte Country, walking the Larapinta Trail in the Northern Territory desert with 16 wonderful women. It was a soul-sh...