La Sirena Hermana

As “a woman with a story and a voice to tell it “- 

quote Marlesha, my soul sister who also is launching 

herself upon the world and constantly in every 

waking (and sleeping) moment accomplishing great 

things- I feel honored, humbled and blessed to 

receive B E A U T I F U L feedback about Mermaid 

Tails from my soul sisters all over the world.

Do yourself a favour and read every word of this blog.
One can only hope to be as beautiful a Kiki Lychee Hawai'i.

I just read your whole blog and I love it. You are amazing.amazing. amazing.XX Also, the more i read your blog, the more I realised that we are not only on very similar journeys at the moment, but also exploring the same ideas : ) 

Good, so keep writing so I can read more!!!! It's always nice to know that people are on the same wave length and searching always. XXX Our inner goddesses are intertwined! Lot's of love & kisses to you my dearest Pocahontas xxxxx

kiki i just read a bit of your blog

im so proud of you the way you are living you life

you are so authentic and unique person

esta muy chevere tu blog

te mando un abrazo mi querida kiki

espero algun día nos veamos otra vez

para platicar y cotorrear

te mando un fuerte abrazo

Made me cry.... Kiki!!!! I couldn't even believe you ever felt the I word....! Kiki, you have the world in your palm and you are at one with the world in a way that I am awed by and envy...

Kiki, I've just spent the past 30mins reading your blogs. You are amazing, a stunning form of the human being and one of the kindest, most thoughtful in existence. You are amazing and had learned and experienced so much - please never stop writing!!

Just started reading your blog and I'm in tears so had to stop because I'm at work. Kiki, I love you, I wish I had spoken to you more when I could, later on I will continue to read your blog. You are wonderful and perfect and I have yet to learn all the amazing things that you can teach me. Thank you

I started reading through your blog and after the first initial scan when I had to step away to stop from crying at work, the next time I sat down I read every single word that you had written. 
It felt like you were honestly pulling me out of this massive low that I had been in for so long, even before we broke up I'd been feeling like I'd been completely losing myself to him trying to be what he wanted. And then reading through what you wrote arggh it just, hit me right in the heart! 
All these lives that you have already lived and I feel like I have barely scraped the surface of mine comparatively. All these amazing people you have met who have so much greater struggle then a painful break-up (ha!) It just put everything into percpective. You are so wonderfully wise and on point with so much.

 Anyway, lastly having been struggling with feelings of inadequacy and all the flaws that I feel like he brought to the surface, reading your entry on recognising and owning your own beauty just had me in tears again. You are so wonderful and inspiring and I hope some day I can feel about myself the way you recognise your own perfection.
 Sorry for the rant Kiks but I just had to say how much it meant to me and made me feel like I could gain so much just from being around you even more then ever and I hope some day soon I get to see you again!





          Sad to hear suffering but so glad to hear that something was found within my rants that spoke to you. This makes my life not in vain.
 Please don't think that you have just scraped the surface- you are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop. 
Honestly snap out of this! How could you think that???

            

I certainly have lived more than some people seek to live.

I have known pain ad loneliness and I have suffered. 

I haven't always known my very true, unequivocal worth. 

However I am not what happened to me

it is up to ME what I chose to become.

Everyday I live my love. Everything that I see and all the things around me give me such wonderment and joy. This is how you live a happy life. It’s not leaving, running away, escaping. It’s in the EMBRACING of everything that’s around you. And never forget that all that is around you is wonderful, no matter what.

One day I went to Bondi while I was living in the city, to throw myself in the ocean and go back home. Of course I svisited the house of the sould sister I met in the ocean and in the end her partner dropped me home. George Street, Sydney New South Wales, Australia……….in a bikini and clasping my clothes. In transit on the roads we were stopped and in wait when he told me that he had a great respect for and had often been inclined to work washing windows of cars stopped at traffic lights, like many homeless people in Sydney, and also here in Bogota. When he told me I had never thought of it before. This interesting and yet simple friend continued, as if he was voicing his stream of consciousness: he liked the honesty in the job. The simplicity. You offer something, if someone wants it you can give it and they pay you directly with that which they can offer you. There is no marketing, no games, no pressure. He liked the simplicity, honesty and the possibilities.

Here in Bogota many street performers entertain commuters at traffic lights with juggling, unicycles magic and more.

I also wold love to work on a construction site. Every day you are constantly working- really working. Not sitting in an office chair. You live, you serve, you create. I am in love with Cranes. They’re so big, just enormous on such a large scale and I love that they really mustn’t have changed very much over all the years and years in ancient Greece (?) since they were invented. Construction sites could be my dream job, I think.

Here in Bogota I did a meditation session with some wonderful women who I attracted in to my life and shared a wonderful feminine energy meditation (pictured).

You live the LIFE! You are out there. You will meet so many wonderful things coming at you because the universe wants you to succeed. Before you even start to grow a thought in your head, the universe is out there starting to make it happen for you. Let it. Believe it. Go after what you desire and it is no coincidence that you will get what you want. Even if it's something we’ve never wanted- we always get what we NEEED. The situations that we create (it's not find ourselves in, we have done this actively) exist solely to equip us with exactly what it is we need whether we know it or not, and we are UP TO IT, no mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaatter what it could be. You are up to it or it wouldn't be happening. Just relax, breathe, there is nothing to do, nothing to get. You don't need to seek or change anything to 'fix' you. You are Perfect in this moment and forever, exactly as you are. Because that's how it is. Nothing else. Xx love you

 

La Sirena on the Dance Floor

Strip club- because I did a term of Pole Dancing.

I can’t think of anything worse than being trapped on a bus, driving around with a crowd of university students emborracharse. Getting Drunk.

What’s worse is,

4. celebración día San valentin.

Como va a ser un día de amor y corazones y otras cosas mas......

solo se permitirá camisetas de color rojo y blanco.

Rojo: vas sin compromiso y a disfrutar como loco :)

Blanco: estas comprometido :( pero la pasas bueno X

Is this how you met people? Know people?

To be honest I don’t want to know people in this state.

So I’m going to save some time and colour coordinated outfits, because I am not an advertisement:

Ell's 21st. Girls Night.

I enjoy dancing like a wild bird and going crazy how I feel like shaking my body on the dance floor, sobre todo, con mis amigas. Onlookers, stay out of my business- don’t get in my way. Don’t grind your indiscrimate self all up in my grill as if I want you all over me like a hot flannel- PUHleeeeeeease.

Give a girl some space to break it down.

1)

I don’t salsa.

I won’t salsa.

I won’t salsa because I don’t enjoy myself doing Salsa so why should I waste precious time which is to be enjoyed. And I AM enjoying, just dancing like a loca and mixing every tribal world style. I won’t dance in pareja, don’t grab my hands don’t TOUCH my hips and stay even further away from me with YOURS. Gracias.

Mira, I love the music, I love the vibe, I love the atmosphere and I love OTHER people dancing in Salsa or whatever it may be- but I don’t need to be one of them. I am Kiki.

If you want to do something with me in pareja why don’t I teach you Muay Thai?

I don’t grab people and say Let’s Fight? I let them chill. I don’t just go around kicking people in the face (even though I could) and insisting they follow my steps because I can teach them and it will be fun and all of that- because maybe they won’t have fun in that game. I respect that. [1]

2)

I won’t make out with you

You can’t hold me nor touch me nor feel me. Get out of town!!

So you can just keep on trying your luck around the room because you don’t know me and you don’t want to know who I am. This is your loss and you’ll never be able to replace the joy that me being in your life would bring- lucky you’re so unaware.

Like, last night when I went out on the town with the amazing beautiful Spanish class I have from uni. All of us are so different and from all walks of ife. Probably if nothing like a class brought us together we may not be friends. That is why I LOOOOOVE that we are friends!! That we are our class! That is why it is so slack of our Profe to have not come out with us last night.

Espanol 5 PUJ

Meanwhile, so we went to have some drinks, some lollypops, and pretend to be meerkats when at the end of the night we ended up going to Andres D.C

$20 mil COP Colombian pesos later-

(Another thing is Entry- I’m not going to pay $$$$ to be contained on a bus!! Frankly I feel that they should be lucky to pay ME to attend their such fiestas. Even if no one realizes it, every one is crying out for a deadly combination of Kiki and their fiesta. Everywhere I go is fortunate to be in my company. )

Que Egoista! I don’t think so, because I don’t think I’m better than anybody else! I think that all of us should believe this about ourselves and it will serve our company more.

Everywhere you go is fortunate to have you. Don’t forget! Don’t be shy- Don’t hold anything back.

So we went in to the fabulously decorated and warm multilevel club. There was They can keep my $20.000 offensively extorted pesos. Maybe they need it to pay the clowns.

There were payosos, decorated and dancing around. One disturbingly came up to stand behind me until I noticed his unnerving presence. Another one came up to me and FIRST THING asked if I go to the gym- for my arms.

Wowee.

I didn’t realize it was that obvious. I have “heavenly arms”[2] which are defined and, OK, I admit it, sizeable.

Even Linn said she noticed from the first day she saw me that I was strong. I am a strong woman. In more ways than one.

This is a photo with John Lennon.
Check out the gun show- obviously not his.

But I do not go to the gym! I do not pump weights. I do not want random man coming up to me asking to swap exercise routines. Mate, I just LIVE and my muscles grow!! I don’t train, play sport, compete in team or anything- I just live my life, I am active, I have fun and my fun tends to be……physical.

Beach, flipping it on the sand, frolicking ocean madness, surfing and rockclimbing bouldering and Yoga.

In life day to day people aren’t usually take a lot of weight on to their arms. But we HAVE arms, use them, grow them, celebrate them, realize them-

Then maybe you too can be fortunate enough to have Payasos approach you to comment on how big they are.

So what if they’re big?? More to love.  My bones are solidly insulted.

Another obviously adorable characteristic about my womanly, vuluptous arms is that my veins provide easy I.V access [3] and when I give blood it just flows straight out- AND if I was in an emergency it means I would have a higher chance of survival because the paramedic/nurse/Dr would be able to start IV fluids or push a bolus medication dose quicker. And what is NOT sexy about that!!!!

On the D.Floor with my homegurl Jess. Swapping dressing with each of us in the group. Fun night with the girls 

So anyways, there we all were in Andres D.C having a whale of a time.  Migrating back and forth between the dancefloor and chilling at the bar, still dancing. Lorenz getting action like nobody’s business because he’s a strapping young German with blonde hair. The sweetest Korean girls, Sara and Valaria, having fans left right and centre!

And the Colombians amongst themselves making some ‘public displays of affection’ which may get the police called if in Australia.

Sometimes the dance floor was sooo llenisimo, sometimes we had our own space to move and break it down like wild birds. Linn, my Pocahontas is a fabulously amazing gorgeous dancer who can dance and dance and dance like a no regular Shawty. Shawty get down[4] and I not caring about whoever was seeing us and BEING with the music celebrating life.  At times we had heaps of space to ourselves. At other times we were being observed intently by a group of  three men who finally involved themselves in our dance group with the track of, none other than Macarena. Classic.

So the short man with the attractive face- who is a dog, like everyone, because I had seen him making his way around the Colombians and making out- made his way to do the Macarena with me.

Just not good enough, mate. Too little too late.

So I had pet/mascota for a while which came at a good timing because I had been dancing so much and working up a sweat that I had so much sed. I was so thirsty. I just took his drink to have the ice. It was ice with Ron[5]…and rum is a bit sickening, and especially when I never drink.

Anyways, what transpires in these dance floor conversations-

This-

A lot of being a mascota until they feel they’ve waited long enough to try and make out with you.

Also bullshit conversation- like "you should teach me how to dance like you".

Puhhhleeeeeeeease: here is your lesson- you wanna dance like me? You can’t because you’re not me. Class dismissed.

Of course, he didn’t want to dance like me- he wanted to have sex and I was the female with whom he was attempting at that point in time. This is the undertone of all conversations had in all clubs in all of the world.

Actually what we established through these conversations was that he is Venezuelan, I am Australian. Following questions included where I live.

‘in case for sharing a taxi.’ Sure, sure.

NONE of your business because you’re never gonna see it!  You’re never gonna make it there, champ.

I’ve got my girls and I will be making my way home as soon as my sisters feel like it- and you can do whatever you want with your life because I will never see you again because you don’t care to.

Argh! AND THIS is why gay bars are where you go to dance with your homegurls.

So, why I don’t drink is not because I’m Buddhist or Muslim or Hare Krishna or because I believe in anything. I’m not constricting myself. It’s because I never feel the need. I never feel inclined. I never feel motivated on spending money on this substance to ingest in to my body when it does nothing to serve me.

PLUS, this is me NORMALLY- could you imagine being drunk Kiki?

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attractive, attractive. Ducky Jumper from St vinnies Kids section.

[1] There is however the one time that I called the Colombian friend in Colombia, of one of my lovely friends in Sydney and por fin we met each other in Bogota and he invited our groups to come bowling. The Bowling Alley was in the Air Force compound and at their private alley, so when we all finished bowling we went to a trendy dimly lit karaoke bar with candlelight Shakira, classic Mexican lovesongs and Frida Kahlo posters and pretty pictures. When it became insisted to dance to the Salsa music, typically I didn’t want to. I’m good at other things. I don’t like doing things I’m not good at when I’m having fun not doing them anyways. So I may have conducted a minor lesson in a side kick for my dancing partner. Everyone watched on. Not sure this happens on a regular basis here in Colombia.

[2] Quote Eimear Elkington cerca 2009

[3] I said this once to a gorgeous patient when I was working at the hospital in Perth. She was very impressed with me at 18 and I always remember she said I “would grow well”. Bless.

But when I told her the physical feature I’m most proud of is not exotic eyes or tinted skin:  my cubicle fossa or brachial artery. She said,

“Well that’s not what the boys are going to like about you.”

 Little did she know.

[4] My gorgeous woman, Chilli- non English speaking background- once asked me to translate for her in to my on words what “Shawty get down” (from RnB songs signify). Could it be, “Young and vibrant woman, involve yourself in activities which you enjoy and maximize the fun you express”?

[5] Haha, I love that that’s how I see things. Ice with rum- not rum with ice. 

La Sirena en las Olas

 I have spent the greater part of my life believing that a mermaid cannot be tied down to a board. Or any apparatus for that matter. I have a general rule which is the more equipment and paraphernalia which detracts from my unshackled body the less inclined I am to undertake. This is what has stood in my way between scuba diving but led to my various (once in Thailand, and then watching youtube videos with Zohara) pursuits in to free diving.

I love coconuts, I don't know how it relates to surfing but no words can express how much love I have for drinking coconuts.

 About surfing- is anything more meditative, expressive, celebratory of your WHOLE body and all of it's abilities?! So deportista? So free? So liberating? So intuitive? So strong? So peaceful? So exhilarating? So OCEAN?
 S o  b e a u t i f u l?

It's sport, it's exercise, it's mediation, it's trust, it's meditation, it's strong, it's patience, it's instinctive, it's thrilling, it's empowering.

The more you do, the better you get. you see yourself getting it more and more. Never give up, get back at it. Get crushed, get dunked, get smashed, get scared, get bored, get cold, get wrecked/crevee/exhausted and completely numb in the arms, get all the salt chapping your lips and  get experience and keep running back for more.

Since I started surfing and I wasn't immediatebly good at it, and I tend to not like things that I am not instantly good at, I have learnt patience and humility and I am proud to continue to LOVE surfing more like a passionate lover even though it makes me work for it to love me back

Who wants something in life which comes too easily? All things worth having are worth fighting for.

I've also developed a theory that you (read: I) need to be washed out a approximately 5,000-10,000 times before you have got your shit together. So, I embrace every time I get knocked off, get knocked down because with these times it's one less time standing between me and my accomplished surfer chick. COME AT ME.

One good thing is being a strong mermaid which prepares you for paddling like mad!!!!!

When I was living in Thailand and I met the Muay Thai fighters, we talked about what each of us were doing in Koh Samui. I said I taught swimming. Taxi told me he could TELL I was a professional swimmer: for my back, ie: the pronounced muscles of my back.
Does anyone want that compliment? Maybe body builders.
Maybe less, sexy young women (those of whom are not in the body building profession)

And have the thighs and back of a Greek God.

OR it wouldn't have been so unfortunate if I was indeed or had ever been a professional swimmer. However, de hecho, I teach babies how to sing lullabies and submerge their heads without crying. I make water safety fun, I teach Asian sub continent patriots who have NEVER been in water how to enter the pool, how to float on their backs, how to not drown and give children and adults confidence in the water and being able to swim. However, this is far removed from training 8 hours a day 6 days a week to be a professional swimmer and to warrant a back like mine. Maybe it's one of my body parts (like my thighs) which bare similarities to an Ancient God, and I do emphasize, God- not Goddess.

La Yoga Sirena

Yoga

When I was twenty I trained as a Yoga Instructor. It was one of the most rewarding times of my life, living that training. the skills and privileged position it has given me again are infinitely priceless. 

I was working with the Australian Red Cross in some programs, the clients of which I began to teach Yoga classes to. 

In Young Parents program teenage mothers receive parenting skills lessons to be deemed suitable to raise their babies. Usually court orders are involved and DOCS always is. But you can't give anything you weren't given yourself as a child; such as a supportive, nurturing enabling home life. I'm so passionate about this program because it breaks a cycle and the children and babies get the best chance. It's true primary healthcare and it will save the world.

The mums came to Yoga after their cigarette breaks. One week I was worried because I forgot my matches to light the incense- the caseworker was like, 'don't worry, they all have their lighters'. Some are preganant, some have just given birth. All smoke.

Five teenage girls, some with more than one child of their own, some deginitly more hardcore than me, 'delinquents', some harsh outer shells.

In the very first lesson, while lying in Savasana, 

as I read to them about how You are everything you need- perfect as you are. Whole as you are, far more than your personality past, present or future. I could hear one crying, and it brought tears to my eyes.

It's true that this could be the first time they've ever been told anything like that. In fact, their lives have insisted the opposite. Often the girls don't insist on contraception because they allow their partners to be unsafe because they are afraid to lose him, they don't know that they don't need him or they simply just don't know that they have a choice in what happens with their body. Sometimes they have babies because they crave unconditional love and affection and they think to have their own baby will be someone to love them always. Sometimes they don't know that it's not a good idea to put coca cola in the baby bottle. When you know better, you do better. 

You are worthy. You are worthy- because you were born. The light of the universe is yours- it is your birth rite. Simply claim it. 

Why should I be so honoured to be able to hold a space where young women who have never heard this before get the realisation and the knowledge for the first time? Why should I be so lucky as to spread knowledge to women who have been so misinformed about their worth their whole lives and see the effects on them and their families?

In Migrant and Refugee Program I work with people who have seen more trauma, lived more horror than we can imagine.  There was a woman with a young baby I met. She was Iraqi. She had escaped to Iran with her husband and gotten to Indonesia from there somehow. So desperate for a new life, she took a boat cramped in harsh conditions with a baby growing at only three months. Such a delicate and precious time, she went 6 days with no food and only one small cup of water. She told her husband she felt that there was no movement in her belly she told me, she said to her husband, 'nothing is there' and he said no please. When she got to Christmas Island they gave her an ultrasound and the baby was fine. He is a happy healthy baby but he was born in a Darwin detention centre.

A mother from Australia and a mother from Iraq or Sri Lanka or D.R Congo are exactly the same.

Imagine. Sit for a minute and imagine the desperation and bravery to do what she did.

I cannot be around people who talk about 'queue jumping' or stealing our jobs or not assimilating to our culture. The ignorance brings me to tears.

Why should I have such an honour to have MET this woman? Why should I be so lucky to not be so ignorant as some of the population. by the grace of God and I thank Him.

I teach for men and women, simple, simple asana, pranayama and Yoga Nidra. A woman has come to me and told me that after years of being on anti depressants with intense undesirable side effects after Yoga, she felt ready to downgrade her prescription. I woman who had lost all her family and cannot fall asleep at night, cannot close her eyes THANKS me for creating the space where it's the only time she can relax. People trek 45 minutes by train for a one hour session and then return by train for 45 minutes and they THANK me for coming in. They are so grateful to ME?! Of course, it's YOGA, it's not me- but what makes me deserving to hear these things? To contribute to helping these amaaaaaazing people? 

Nothing.

Nothing makes me different from anyone else. Yet some people live their whole lives and they never feel the rewarding feeling I am so honoured to feel. Some people won't even know what I'm talking about.

The space I get to have in people's lives. Why should I have that? Why am i so lucky? Why am I so blessed? Why am I so lucky as to realise what matters so much and what so doesn't? I'm just so grateful, so thankful and so so blessed. 

I love so much.