Welcome! Over the coming months, this website will begin the transformation to become the online hub of all my work, including writing, art, and adaptive yoga. I’ve struggled to bring this together because it feels vulnerable, scary, and sometimes painful as someone who’s been chronically ill and probably crazy for over 30 years! I’ve spent a lot of time and energy over the years trying to conceal what I perceived as my flaws.

However, I believe we can only heal if we learn to accept our selves and tell our story with love, compassion and authenticity. It’s only then that we can truly share healing with others. If you’d like to help me change the story after you’ve spent some time here, please head over to visit my Patreon. You can support my work for as little as $2 a month. Thank you!

With love,

Jane Waterman

Hi, I’m Jane! I create blogs, fiction, art, and adaptive yoga in an attempt to find peace and healing in this strange and sometimes beautiful world. I’ve been chronically ill & probably crazy for 30 years, but I try not to let it stop me!

You can read a bit more about me here.

From the blog

Sanctuary revisited

I have found a sanctuary in my new homeland. It is a place of magnificent old growth trees, which talk softly to me as the angels and sprites float under the canopy. At a time when I am struggling to find roots, nature has once again done it magnificently for


Favourite quotes

My website background features one of my photos of the coast at Sorrento, Victoria, Australia. Sorrento is one of my favourite places in the world, where history meets the present, cocooned by the warm waters of Port Philip Bay and the colder depths of Bass Strait. Perfect for quiet walks



Not for a long time, has a place sung “home” like this one does. It’s all been so quick – the work so hard, the ensuing body flare and pain so overwhelming – that the mind really hasn’t caught up with it yet. This place is ours, our new home


Words are flowing

Sometimes, the words are a river. Their ferocity and intensity threaten to carry me away, to wash away the last connection with land and safety and security. What is that security? It is the place where words were mocked and ridiculed and controlled. It is the place where the words