A conversation with muse Becca Allen


We spent a beautiful day in golden sands, with golden woman Becca Allen: freelance designer, sustainable activist and entrepreneur. We spoke honestly about the importance of making time for ourselves, tuning into our needs and reconnecting through laughter and compassion.

"The men and women I find most beautiful shine from the inside out. They make me laugh and feel fuzzy and their respect and care for people and the world light them up."




Do you have a creative discipline or passion which you dedicate your time to? How does it impact your health/wellbeing ? 

Yes I sure do! I live and breath creativity in my work, home life and relationships. I see the world in full colour and cherish freedom more than money so I chose a freelance career early on which has enabled me to be flexible with my lifestyle and wellbeing. Being your own boss takes a lot of discipline and antisocial hours but the rewards are huge. If I have a down day, I feel stuck or stagnant I can just close my laptop and go to the garden for a stretch, take a run or simply grab a coffee with a friend to clear my head. I have a bit of a reputation with clients for  having a luxury lifestyle as they always call when I am in downward dog, sat on the beach or in a coffee shop. But they also call at my least productive hours when I take my “me-time” they don’t see me slaving away on jobs in the late hours of the night. Flexibility and freedom to move and work at my own pace has an unequivocal positive impact on my wellbeing. 


When do you feel your most radiant self?

After a detox bath with candles, meditation and a cleansing ritual. Journaling with calm music. (which rarely happens) I am trying really hard to practice gratitude and live in the moment instead of focussing on the future and the unknown. I am a futurist so I find it very difficult to not think about where I will be in 10 years and how to get there which robs me of my present moment when I could be appreciating the here and now and everything I already have to be grateful for. So being present, usually with company who radiate positive energy, laughing and all whilst being immersed in nature make me feel radiant.


Do you have any self care rituals that ground, nourish or energise you?  

My current ritual is to make sure I get at least 7.5 hours sleep - I am up by 7am every morning, I get my buckwheat cooking whilst I do a quick morning yoga stretch out then pop the perculator on reach for a book or magazine and read whilst I have my breakfast. Topped off by 10 -20 mins meditation (if I am feeling it) then I start my working day. I need to do this every morning to be productive. I try and do a run once or twice a week before breakfast too - I usually take it easy and sit on the pontoon afterwards watching the sunrise listening to a good podcast to inspire me for the day. I find it impossible to roll out of bed and get straight into work.


What is beauty to you?

Wow what a question. The men and women I find most beautiful shine from the inside out. They make me laugh and feel fuzzy and their respect and care for people and the world light them up.

I find taking yourself too seriously can instantly make a person unattractive. A sense of humour and compassion and empathy = beauty.


How do you reconnect when you're feeling out of touch with yourself? 

I turn to sage advice from friends who are on a similar level to me. I have recently had some amazing advice from a friend helping me practice self care routines, she has written me customised meditations for my blockages and provided a gentle listening ear. If beauties like these aren’t accessible I turn inwards and take some time to disconnect from the world and work to listen to what my body is telling me. Often its that I need to start learning to not take on so much and balance out my work and down time more efficiently!  


How do you embrace your own sense of womanhood?

For the last year I have been researching about our reproductive system, menstruation, the moon, hormones and the impact it all has on our physical and mental wellbeing. After ditching hormones and listening to my own body and cycle for the first time in my life I have instantly felt more connected to my body than ever before. I somehow managed to sync my ovulation to the new and full moon which amazed and empowered me at the same time and I can now tell exactly what my body is up to every day of the month. I have never felt more in my own body and proud to be a woman than I have in the last 12 months, I feel this is just the start of an exciting journey. 

Being able to talk about this openly and confidently in public is so liberating - the other week I was sat in a coffee shop and a young couple who had recently moved to Cornwall from Bali approached me after we had been introduced via email and within 5 minutes we had already segued onto the subject of periods, contraception and the moon- this in turn attracted 2 more women and a curious male member of staff there were 4 women and 2 men openly discussing the female body in all its glory, the moon, meditation and the like for everyone to hear and join in on. It was electric and in that moment I totally embraced my sense of womanhood.  (I could talk about this for hours but I am not sure how much info you need!)


Is there an inspiring/empowering poem or quote that you could share with us? 

A few months ago I had an horrendous week with work, clients, dramas and was stuck with a stagnant energy. I was in a confused place and couldn’t shift myself out of it. So I meditated on the Thursday night, lit some candles, cleared my room with some sage and attempted to shake off my bad juju. I booked the friday 7am yoga class with a friend where we were the only students in a class of two teachers! We arrived to find out the theme for the class was all about following your own path and not someone else's. Only we can walk our path and stay true to ourselves, don’t worry about what others are doing or comparing just stick to your journey and truth. The class opened up my mind and instantly gave me clarity. The teacher ended the class with a poem by Mary Oliver - “The Journey" which really resonated with me. 


One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.