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...

The last time I posted here, I said on Facebook that posting weekly was part of my self-compassion practice. Then I promptly skipped a...

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 and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...

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...

I was recently asked about what has worked for me in building a regular writing practice. So I’ve pulled together some of the components...

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...

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...

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...