In honour of the festival of Imbolc, which honours Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and the hearth. (Last year’s Imbolc post here.) I...

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?...

The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....

Everyone’s addicted to something, says my friend D. And I have to agree with her. Why am I thinking about addiction today? Because I read...

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...

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...