Meet Betty. Betty is my sourdough starter. What’s unusual about Betty is not that I’ve given a name to a mere concoction of flour and...

Can I call myself a writer if all I do is “journalling”? Or morning pages? Writing in a writing class but not on my own? YES. I say yes,...

Sanctification: making sacred. Sacred is an anagram for scared. We are often scared of the sacred. We are scared because we have not been...

It was a revelation of epic proportions when my first meditation instructor said to me, the body feels before you put words to it. I...

Who knew a four-day, 2500-kilometre solo drive in the rain, preceded and followed by intense moving activities, could be so exhausting?...

[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...

On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window...

I’ve struggled my entire adult life to Get Things Done. It’s not that I’m ever really idle, not really. Even when it looks like I’m doing...

To pick up where we left off last week: For me, the real deal about being kind to myself is all about being in touch with my own true...

“To thine own self be kind.” I mean REALLY TRULY kind. I mean radical kindness, real, radical self-compassion. The kind of kindness that...

When people ask me what I’m up to these days, I get all tongue tied and fumbly. I hem and haw about sort of being more or less kind of...

I’m doing something a little different today to honour my (recent) commitment to post on Thursdays: reposting something I posted on...

The trouble with silence is that it’s so hard to find. And because it’s so hard to find, we’re so not used to it. It makes us...

Surrounded by emptiness, always, surrounded, bounded, filled with emptiness. I used to feel empty all the time. So I filled up with booze...

I know I keep saying this, but this time – this time – will be different. I’ll do better at staying in touch. I will. I will. But the...

Don’t ask what you can do. They can’t tell you, because they don’t know. Don’t say, if there’s anything you need, just let me know. They...

In the Dordogne Valley near the Bordeaux region of France there’s a cave* with a magnificent 13-thousand-year-old painting of a horse on...