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