Hello
Welcome to Miss Whistle
This is not the beginning
Hello, dear friends. My name is Bumble and for a very long time I’ve been a blogger and writer, first on Tripod (lol) and then on Blogger. I wrote my first MissWhistle post in 2003, sitting at the desk in my little house in Laurel Canyon. When I say blogger, I mean enthusiast. Miss Whistle became synonymous with all kinds of things that I wasn’t really able to do in my (slightly intense) day job (film publicist). I have always been a seeker, since I studied philosophy at university, since I first became interested in Aldous Huxley, Timothy Leary and, thanks to my tall, red-haired Irish friend, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, ley lines, and the hidden meanings in Moody Blue song lyrics. I love poetry too, art, dogs, horses, food, chic interiors. Miss Whistle gave me the opportunity to be myself, share my enthusiasm with likeminded folk, and befriend wonderful people I wouldn’t have met otherwise.
This community will be eclectic and paradoxical. It will be for seekers. I walked with my cousin yesterday on the little island we go to in the summer on the Oslo fjord. I’ve been coming here since I was born, every single year, and my children have been coming here too. It’s our happy place. It’s what Roald Dahl called The Magical Island in his book Boy. I said to my lovely cousin as we walked to the bakery, admiring the ponies and dahlias and little red houses along the way, at dinner parties I am always fascinated by what is going on in the inside of people. The small talk thing is hard (believe me, I was a past master of cocktail chat). I jabbed at her heart with my pointer finger and made a face “I want to know what’s going on inside there.” We both cracked up. I’m 61 and curious and everything else can just fall away. I want to know the truth about who people really are. So I’m, you know, intense. But there will also be stuff about horses, dogs (I have an elderly Frenchie), my chickens (Margot, Delilah and Prune), growing vegetables, mental health, recipes I love (my son, daughter and I all LOVE to cook).
Most of all, I think we’re all here on this planet to grow and heal and to put back that healing into the matrix. I think we’re all on the same path, so let’s share the journey together.



Miss Whistle is back!!! Joy.
Welcome to Stackland, Bumble. Sweet dog!