HUNTERS BLOG

In the hush of Pokhara’s hills, where the World Peace Pagoda stands sentinel over mist-shrouded valleys, I arrived carrying the quiet ache of a lifetime’s quest: to claim my worthiness. Nepal’s embrace—raw, ancient, unyielding—had already begun its work on me, stripping away the layers of doubt I’d worn like armour. But it was here, at this stupa of serenity, that the veil truly lifted. The hills rose before me, enveloped in a soft, swirling mist that blurred the line between

What was meant to be a two-week stay in Italy, finishing in Rome for a week, stretched into something much heavier—something I’m still processing. The extension wasn’t by choice, but by circumstance. Two people I loved deeply, who had always felt like steady, parental figures in my life, were suddenly at the centre of something painful and chaotic. One of them, struggling with deep trauma, became unhinged. The situation escalated quickly, and I found myself caught in the midd

This morning, on LUCA’s daily walk, we met a woman he had been straining toward with bright-eyed impatience. When she paused and reached down, LUCA melted into her attention, tail sweeping joy across the damp path. “He’s very friendly,” she said. I answered, smiling, “Yes—he smiles. He gets so excited to see people.” Then she looked at me and said, almost as if confiding a secret, “He has a lovely smile, just like his mistress.” The word mistress stopped me for a moment. It

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I have over 20 years of experience in fine arts and am now integrating that into my coaching practice to foster deeper self-connection...