Every moment counts...

Sitting in a cafe in Alice Springs

with my future daughter

When a young woman recognises me and says to my daughter-to-be, "I love this woman." She joins us and tell this story:

"Years ago at high school we had a substitute history teacher. We were a wild lot and had proudly burnt out several teachers. Then this woman came along and she just let us rabble on for about 20 minutes and then she came up to each one of us and introduced herself and shook our hands. RESPECT. After that we loved history and we loved her. And that teacher was Denise."

Wild nights and wild women

Modern women need to nurture their wildness, re-ignite their spark, re-experince their passion as these women did on a secret dune near Uluru during my WILD WOMAN RETREAT, this September. 

Being wild does not mean 'out of control,' 'rude' or 'aggressive.'  It means to step behind your 'good girl' self and re-connect to your intuition, your knowingness, your inner wolf.  

Being wild is ancient women's business. You can get a taste of it in my book FINDING ARTEMISIA: A JOURNEY INTO ANCIENT WOMEN'S BUSINESS

Blessings, Denise

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!  Emily Dickinson

The colours of my novel

Here I am immersed in the glorious colours of my novel FINDING ARTEMISIA.

The joy of returning to the source of its inspiration, hearing the silence, tasting the colour, feeling the freshness, while at the same time succumbing to dimensions beyond the sensory world.

Compare these colours to my book cover: they got it right.

Blessings on the women who made the journey with me, by reading the book and attending the retreats.