I was an ambitious young thing twenty-five years ago. I was working hard to make all the right moves so I could have a successful, and therefore well-paying, career. I dreamed of being a photographer, but I didn’t see how that was going to make any money, so I floundered around looking…Read More
In that moment, the truth, my truth, didn’t even occur to me! The truth was that I didn’t want to spend my money that way. Yes, I really wanted to see my friends, but I would have been happy for vodka tonics on the porch.
It never occurred to me that I could choose…Read More
We think that inspiration must be BIG, that it must march in on us with trumpets wailing and lightening flashing; that it must lead us to do great deeds which will be worthy of campfire legends.
But what if that’s not true?Read More
I was standing on the pedestrian way of the South Bank, just off Westminster bridge, with Big Ben behind my left side, and the London Eye straight ahead. A pigeon landed on the pavement in front of me.
The sounds were intense: people talking in assorted languages; traffic humming, horns yelping; and boats docking.Read More
Am I my body? Am I my thoughts?
Am I… my habits? my past? my relationships? my accomplishments? my illnesses? my possessions? my intentions? All of these? None of these?… I’m going to depart from my normal way of things by asking you to do something.Read More