My view from the back of the new clinic is brown and grey now that the snow has melted. Green shoots are poking their way up through a blanket of old leaves. ...
The clinic basement is my new writing spot, with greying skies full of freezing rain and treetops visible through the high windows. A woodstove warms the damp, chilly air.
This is where I...
It’s a quiet sunny afternoon and I’m at my usual writing place in the clinic kitchen, overlooking the front entrance where Stephen’s colourful glass art pokes out of the snowy garden.
I’m sleepy...
As I gaze out the window from my kitchen writing spot I think this is the most beautiful fall I can remember.
Felix and I spent two nights in the yurt over...
Why Meditate?
When my spiritual teacher Baba Hari Dass heard us complain that we were too busy to meditate, he would be firm in telling us that this was absolutely the most important...
It’s lunch time and my mouth is full of buckwheat toast with peanut butter and honey. Ellie has given me a deadline so I need to use every minute
The morning has been...
Clearing Karma…
Last week I had to smile after reading “Karma is Real” on a T-shirt. Eastern philosophy explains karma as consequences of good and bad deeds which attach us to the earth...
It’s early, Felix still asleep on this hazy summer morning, cicadas humming after their mysterious emergence from seven years underground. I feel unusually resistant to writing, make a cup of tea, rouse...
It’s finally a sunny and warm day and I will get in a few minutes of writing before heading out to pick up grandson Felix from the bus stop. It’s a ritual...