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It is famously written and quoted that we are more scared of our power, of our light than our dark, but here is something else: I think that many of us are ashamed of our power. Because we were not always powerful. We were all small once, we have all been scared of something real or unreal, usually both—we have all had to hide or run. This is just one of the origins of fear of success. How do we get through our fear of success to embrace our authenticity? What are the causes, the roots of our fear? Sometimes we have to address the problem at its source to enjoy life.

This is a book about faith, about adventure, about living with my heart open and letting go of the fear of being myself. In June 2016 I decided to sell my house of 22 years and leave my comfort zone. I had no idea where I would go next, but slowly the Camino de Santiago showed itself and I decided, with no rucksack or hiking experience, to start. In the first part of this story, I left England and flew to Seville and travelled on to Granada, where I stayed first in a treehouse and then a cave…before I picked up my rucksack and headed north on the Camino.

Whether or not you see the Northern Lights in Iceland, it's still an incredible escape, and some things you can do in Iceland whatever the weather. (According to the Icelandic there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.)

A dream come true. But more than that. A dream I had given up on, hidden from myself, brought to light, and then realised. And yet, the first time I saw orangutans in Semenggoh, semi-wild, it was not the experience I had hoped for. Sarawak is so much more than orangutans, and in coming here to visit them I learned so much more about their world, our world and my own world.

From number one best-selling self-help, counseling, and travel author Pearl Howie - the audiobook of her mini-guide to visiting grey whales in Mexico....

We talk about awakening, awareness, and other terms in healing. They’ve become quite the buzz words (along with “woke,”) but, for me, what I would call my awakening was a momentary death of ego and a rebirth of mind, body, and spirit.

I had found truth in Thailand, discovered another wall inside me and freed another part of my soul. There were things to be done, journeys to be taken, strangers to meet, mistakes and regrets to put right and only some of them were mine. But my mistakes alone were enough to change everything. I had started in Spain, this Camino de la Luna, though it started long before and will not end until I die, but where next?

What divides us? What sets us against each other? What stops us from being able to come home to our true selves? I had found truth in Thailand, discovered another wall inside me and freed another part of my soul. There were things to be done, journeys to be taken, strangers to meet, mistakes and regrets to put right and only some of them were mine. But my mistakes alone were enough to change everything.

I had no idea that I would like Malaysia. I even thought I might just fly through Kuala Lumpur and only see the airport. Life had other plans. As I travelled around South East Asia, I would keep coming back; each time I would see a new side of Malaysia and I would see Kuala Lumpur differently—after all, each time I was a different person.

I let go of ever visiting the rainforest, then suddenly I was there. Somewhere I never thought I would be, never thought I would see. Hiding more secrets, more mystery than I ever believed and closer than I imagined. Just a short drive from Kuala Lumpur, I was at a hill station where I could finally breathe, away from the pollution and heat of the city.

The moment I felt my real feelings, back in a Native American healing in 2016, I discovered what a great liar I was. Lonely, depressed, desperate… the lowest of the low… No matter how my life looked to anyone else the only thing that mattered was being real with myself. But I was still lying, so poetically, so romantically, tricking myself, that my lies grew even more dangerous. Luckily life protected me from myself, from acting on what I thought was real. Instead I got on a plane to Spain and started hiking, each step bringing me closer to the truth.

Venice waits for you. It is the home of the artist, the writer, adventurer or madman (depending on how you look at it) for thousands of years. Their spirit abides, Marco Polo, Da Vinci, Shakespeare, Christie… haunting the canals, which demand exploration and defy explorers.

I had found forgiveness in Switzerland and now I was heading to friends in Rome before taking the leap to South East Asia, to Sri Lanka, to a new understanding of compassion and self compassion. The fourth in the Camino de la Luna series by Pearl Howie. From Genoa (or Genova), through Rome and on to Sicily, I finally make it back to London and from there continue falling forwards to South East Asia, hoping for a soft landing in Sri Lanka. It's in Sri Lanka that I open my heart and discover a new understanding of what compassion is…

It takes something really powerful to make you leave Hawai’i (or you know, running out of money). I found myself called back to England by my heart, but not for long. It wasn’t yet time to settle, it was time to explore another country I’d once fallen in love with, Croatia and to see if I could find a home, a place to rest and write. I didn’t have any idea quite how much more I had to learn, to understand and this journey was going to show me, above all things, the power of forgiveness.

In June 2016 I decided to sell my house of 22 years and leave my comfort zone. Slowly the Camino de Santiago showed itself and I decided, with no rucksack or hiking experience, to start... But that’s another story, the one that led to this one. My Camino in Spain taught me to let go of everything I didn’t need, to travel light and wash my clothes in the shower, but most importantly it taught me to trust my heart and my feet, to let my journey unfold naturally, instinctively, intuitively.

This is a book about faith, about adventure, about living with my heart open and letting go of the fear of being myself. In the second part of the story, I changed direction, up through the heart of Spain, before wandering through Portugal and the land of the stars, finding my way to the sea and to the Route Portuguese. Onwards and upwards, to the official destination, Santiago, and then a little further to the spiritual destination, Finisterre—the end of the earth. And so, in this new part, I turned homeward, with the warning from Finisterre, that the end of the Camino is just the beginning.