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?...

She sat quietly, breathing in and breathing out, breathing in the sharp-sweet-bitter-slightly-sulfurous tang of seaweed and of salt. She...

[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...

Late afternoon. She’s feeling twitchy and she doesn’t know why. Actually that’s a lie. She knows exactly why. It’s that time of day when...

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...

1. FROM A WRITING RETREAT THIS SUMMER Shimmering like white starburst fireworks, sun on gentle waves. Air is still. Calm before the...