The world around me did not exist during the course of this morning. And then it did. My laptop screen had faded to black, sharply
Another week has passed. It now belongs to the past. (And this is not a grammar lesson!) “Isn’t the past kind? It’s always over” said
This morning I sat down to write my morning pages, a practice that I picked up many years ago from Julia Cameron’s book The Artist’s
This month I am beginning this chat with two real life incidents which will serve to illustrate the crux of this post. So here goes.
A friend falls out with you. Your attempts to contact her, let alone continue engaging in what was once a warm and open exchange of
If the needle on your internal mood barometer is pointing towards gloomy, just move it to the bright forecast and feel how those dark clouds