Being Nurtured Before Nurturing

Women enjoying Babymoon

As your family, boss, employees or ‘life’ eek out every last ounce of energy before the arrival of your little one, take it from me, someone who’s been there and cares and when I speak passionately to you (ok yell) “TAKE SOME TIME OUT NOW WHILE YOU CAN,” I really really mean it!

Because the countdown’s on and with it comes the art of balancing!

As your babies, impending arrival comes into focus and the many decisions on your journey to motherhood become all consuming, taking some time out to contemplate & prepare mentally and emotionally makes a whole lot of sense. The idea of being nurtured before nurturing, and immersed into experiences that will relax, helping to broaden perspectives can be just what the doctor ordered.

Timing is everything and this special time is the ‘perfect time’ for you to celebrate that you’re nourishing new life and love. 

The second trimester (just after the morning sickness & before getting too uncomfortable) is the ideal time, allowing you some space to consider the responsibilities, joy & demands of becoming a mum. Feeling overwhelmed, anxious or sick of being sick (as I was) is all quite normal, just as the feelings of elation, joy and happiness are.

Taking a Babymoon to retreat or to share, while enjoying some precious ‘ME’ time will not only benefit you but everyone connected to you. 

Some carefree time with responsibilities momentarily forgotten, provide you (& your support partner) the opportunity to enjoy getting away, soaking up nature, feeling alive and remembering what’s important to you.

Honour yourself & enjoy every moment of this special time xo

If you’d like to learn more about our Women and Wellbeing Travel’s

Wealth & Wellbeing Babymoon Retreat

at Sir Richard Branson’s Australian home Makepeace Island, Noosa with the fabulous wealth guru and yogi Lea Schodel,


Send me an email: [email protected] OR

Pick up your phone and give me a call Ph 0448 474707


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Have Courage. Will Travel


I was 26 and still sleeping with the light on when I decided that the therapy I needed was a trip to the sub-continent for a solo expedition of all things unknown. I had wanted to go to India for a while but was having difficulty finding someone who wanted to travel and explore like I did. I wanted to ‘rough it’ and really see how the other half lived, enjoy the tastes and sights that only India can provide and I wanted to do it as cheaply as possible.

It was the first time I had ever solo travelled for any length of time and to say that I was petrified was an understatement. I remember waiting to board the plane at Manchester International airport and absolutely freaking out. While waiting to board the plane I journaled, “I am absolutely scared to death. I have butterflies in my stomach and all I can think is I am going to be by myself for 6 months, and man, isn’t that a long time! I can’t believe I have been so arrogant to think that I will be fine.” But board that plane I did and I have never been the same since.

For those who have been, you will understand when I say that nothing can prepare you for India. Nothing. The country can be best described as a complete assault of the senses. It is a place that gets in your blood without you even knowing and long after you have left her shores, you will be itching to get back. It is a country which is as vast as it is crowded and as luxurious as it is neglected. Its plains are vast and flat and the Himalayas are high and breathtaking. Nothing in India is quite as you expect it. One thing you can guarantee is you will not get bored.

India was not the easiest country to backpack through. Often the bureaucracy just to buy a bus ticket was infuriating. The poverty and sometimes the lack of hope for the lowest in the caste system really got me down. Tempers were frayed when I was robbed and travelling unaccompanied tested the patience of a saint. But was it all worth it? You betcha.

While trekking in the foothills of the Himalaya I was approached by a little old lady who saw that I was travelling sans companion and commented that I was either brave or stupid. I erred on the side of brave. While this may sound odd to some, I wanted and needed to be on my own, and to experience India without anyone else. I thoroughly enjoyed the Diwali experience as a keen and enthusiastic observer, without the need to ask permission from anyone to do anything. Seeing the Taj Mahal in all her glory at sunrise was nothing short of breathtaking and I was so happy not to have shared the obligatory comments with a would-be travelling buddy. Magnificent sunsets across Varanasi were all mine to behold, as too, solitary, meditative trekking for weeks on end.

When India had finished with me, and I with her, I entered Nepal a completely different human being. Sure, the basic fundamentals were the same but something had shifted in me and thankfully, it has remained that way. My curiosity outweighed my fear and I was able to experience a level of personal growth most people can only dream of. Yes there were times when I was lonely and scared and afraid, but being vulnerable and brave led to the most life affirming process. “Seeing” India was a whole body experience and one which I will never forget.

I am happy to report that I now sleep a solid eight hours with the light off and the curtains drawn. Namaste.

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What Frida Kahlo Taught Me About Life


I’m looking out my 10th story hotel window in complete awe of Mexico City. I’m here because I simply could not pass up the opportunity to be in one of the world’s largest cities. I have to respect a place that can draw twenty million people. 

Truthfully, I had no idea what to expect and I was more than a little intimidated.

The one place I knew I wanted to visit was Frida Kahlo’s house. La Casa Azul was the birthplace of Kahlo and is also the home where she grew up, lived with her husband Diego Rivera for a number of years, and eventually died at only forty seven years old. It is now one of the most visited places in Mexico City.

When I arrived at her home there were at least one hundred people waiting in line.

As I took my place in line I wondered if she could have imagined the impact she would have on the world. She is one of the most admired feminist. She is considered one of the greatest examples of authenticity and passion. She is celebrated as one of Mexico’s most famous artists. 

And yet in her life she experienced loads of pain and disappointment. 

She contracted polio at a young age. She survived an accident that left her in constant pain and with limited mobility. She was never able to have children, something she wanted deeply. She experienced the betrayal of the love of her life. She actually had a very limited number of art exhibitions and she died young. 

What if she judged her life by what she saw in her living years?

She could never have imagined that sixty years after her death hundreds of people would be lining up to see her home and art all day, every day. She would not have seen that her image would one day be on her country’s currency. That she would be responsible for bringing a huge amount of revenue into her country. That she would inspire artists, women and human kind. 

My pilgrimage to Mexico City and the Blue House has graced me with perspective.

I felt a range of emotions and went for a long walk to digest all that I felt being so close to what she held dear. I kept thinking to myself what if she thought she didn’t matter and that her work didn’t bring beauty and healing? What if? In my final moments of mediation before returning to my hotel I heard this…

Stop judging your life.

Live if fully.

That is more than enough.


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Travel to your wellbeing


Hi, I’m Kirstin and I am passionate about Women’s Wellbeing and Travel.

Let me introduce myself and explain;

I’ve been involved in the travel industry since 1985 (gasp!) where I applied for an intermediate travel consultants position.  The fact that I wasn’t in the travel industry or that I hadn’t been a junior didn’t faze me, and not being long out of school I felt that I didn’t really have too much to lose 

What I did have was a taste for travel, having travelled as a child as well as spending hours looking at slides and photos of my grandparent’s travels.  Their stay in Zimbabwe during the late 60’s particularly resonated with me and maybe because of that, & having travelled extensively there myself, setting up Africa Travel Centre in NZ was for me, a very significant & special moment for which I will always be grateful. 

Designing travel has provided me with so much joy and satisfaction.  Specialising in destinations, products and services that I have experienced and that I love and believe in, along with sending Aussies and Kiwis exploring has always been my motivation.

My biggest thrill continues to be when clients return having experienced something exceptional, better than their wildest expectations.

I love the natural beauty of a country, particularly NZ where I grew up and Australia, where for the past 9 years my husband and I have chosen to live and bring up our family. This in conjunction with my creative vocation and being an international traveller, has helped me grow in appreciation of what we have right here on our doorstep! 

Australia and NZ have some of the wildest and most beautiful places on earth.  We have places to visit, to see, experience, and enjoy and it’s right here, right now: accessible & safe.

But right now I’m witnessing a change.  A change in us because many of us are looking for something more.

We’re wanting more than a beach and a beautiful hotel, where we drink and eat too much.  We’re seeking holistic weekend retreats including art and yoga for example.  We want health and wellbeing retreats, where perhaps we’re wanting to understand what wealth really means and how abundance applies to us. And we’re yearning for these holidays that provide us with meaningful experiences as well as opportunities to relax, be creative, learn and have fun.   

We’re also seeking reassurance that the impact of our travel is positive for all, including the environment, the community, and of course including us and our wellbeing.

This change begins with a commitment to our own wellbeing.

Our sense of wellbeing comes together around five core elements.  Physical : Purpose : Social : Financial : Community

Balanced wellbeing requires each of these elements in equal proportion and yet I know for myself, some of these areas get so much more of my attention and time.  For women, I feel this is especially true.

My focus over the years has changed as it does with changing life circumstances and now it is to inspire women to Refresh & Renew. 

By this I mean to encourage women to take some time out, addressing areas in our lives where we may feel depleted, vulnerable or simply, we’d just love to explore. 

Many retreats are focused on one wellbeing element – our health.  When I was personally exhausted from life, many elements were affecting my health and accepting that I deserved some time out was my first step. I decided to explore things that I was struggling with, as well as to have fun and for me, I really wanted time to myself – with no one to worry about, organise or consider.

With my travel industry experience, you’d think organising my own wellbeing time out would be a breeze. That I would’ve found my demands easy to satisfy? But the truth is, that with the overload of information available, the lack of consistency and pricing, I ended up frustrated and deflated.

Feeling like this provided me with the understanding, honesty and integrity behind my latest joy, Women and Wellbeing Travel.  I wanted to offer busy women like me, wellbeing travel options because I’d needed that time to myself and I wanted someone to hear, consider and help ME. 

I required unbiased options  and I wanted to work with professionals who were experts in their field.  I thought about new imagery for work & my self-confidence and I desperately needed help with my career path. My health needed attention and I wanted to combine these meaningful wellbeing experiences with fun & uplifting activities in a naturally stunning destination. 

I was looking for more than just a holiday – I dreamt about a rediscovery of self.

Being diagnosed and living with serious autoimmune diseases from early childhood has helped me intuitively understand how hope with a healthy sense of wellbeing is entwined with our vitality.

I get what it’s like when life affects how we function and feel and have experienced the effort, money and time you can invest trying to find something or someone to help.  Lucky for me I realised fairly early on that a little downtime on a regular basis, enjoying a temporary change of environment contributes enormously to my wellbeing. So I’m asking you to consider:

  • My wellbeing is essential to who and what I am and to flourish it needs constant work, care and love.
  • I’m going to check in with myself often so that I can check out wellbeing options required.  I’ll make this a priority every 6 – 12 months to give myself some time to Refresh & Renew.

It’s just like going to the dentist as we want to prevent that decay.  If we take care of our wellbeing then we can continue to take care of ourselves and all that we’re involved in & love.

Specialising in wellbeing travel is like being the glue, bringing everyone together.  My community of abundantly brilliant practitioner, advisors, artist, designers, consultants, and specialists are people who’re committed to sharing with you, their talents and expertise.

I genuinely love people & get a kick out of designing holidays around their dream.  I’m told that I’m intuitive and perceptive, doing whatever it takes to find that ‘something’ to make your experience personally rich. 

The time I gave myself to refresh and renew continues to be my greatest gift. 

Happy Wellbeing

Kirstin xx

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Moms Can’t Travel

Ever feel like this?

We could replace travel with a variety of words. In our society we tend to limit what women can do after they become mothers. People often ask me how I get away to have client consultations or to work on my business. It’s very simple.

I do not buy into the idea that motherhood limits me.

I was very selective about the man I had kids with. We both wanted to raise our children. It’s not only my job. We both have the desire to have a career and travel and have time for ourselves, so we make it happen. We don’t see our kids as a hinderance to our dreams, instead they are the inspiration for everything we do.

I believe moms and dads can travel.

We are living it. We have been in Mexico since May 1st and what I will tell you is that it is possible. If you’ve always enjoyed travel and you’re thinking about starting a family and fear this part of your life will end, have no fear. Begin now to learn from those who are doing it. If you have kids and you’ve convinced yourself that you must suppress that part of you that loves being out in the world, stop. Eighteen years is too long to put your dreams on hold. Having kids doesn’t change our colors. We don’t have to pick one or the other, we can have both.

Parenthood has enough guilt.

What if we encouraged parents to make their happiness a priority? When I got pregnant with my first son I made a promise that I would be a happy mom. That was the greatest gift I could think of giving him. It turns out that travel is a huge piece to my happiness puzzle and a year ago when I realized that it was time to dust off my passport, I hatched a plan. When it came time to rearrange my business, I didn’t second guess it. When it came time to announce to friends and family that we were moving beyond the border, I did. Why? Because I made a promise to my kids and myself.

Let’s stop insisting that parenthood look the same for everyone and let’s start celebrating happy parents, wherever in the world they choose to call home.

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An Unlikely World Traveler

An Unlikely World Traveler

I must be the most unlikely person to be traveling full time.

I was raised in a little town in the middle of nowhere Colorado. It was a big deal to go to Denver or Phoenix as they are both about eight hours away. That is unless my dad is driving, then you can probably make it in six. Culture and travel weren’t particularly important to anyone out on the farm.

Staying close to home was valued.

Where I come from people are independent and like to have five acres between them and their neighbor. It is common for kids to take over the family business or farm. Most people marry their high school sweetheart. If you’re born there you will most likely be buried there. That’s what is expected where I come from.

The world always called me.

Thankfully the travel gods looked favorably upon me and my grandma bought me a lifetime subscription to National Geographic. From the age of five I traveled the world through their pages. I had notebooks and journals full of all the places I was going the second I graduated from high school. I longed for more than I had ever seen or experienced. I knew there was a whole world out beyond our four red lights.

At nineteen I got my first passport.

I remember the feeling of absolute freedom and empowerment when that little blue book arrived in the mail. I had been granted permission to go to just about anywhere I wanted and that’s what I did. I didn’t let being a single woman stand in my way. I went everywhere I wanted to go and what I learned is that the little girl inside of me was right. There was a big, exciting, beautiful world out there.

Fast forward twenty years and I’m still in love with travel.

You may not be a likely candidate, but that doesn’t mean you can’t live your dream. You may feel like you never fit in where you came from and the good news is, where we came from simply sets us up for where we are going.

Take ownership of it all and do what is calling your heart.

It’s time to get going!


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