It’s that time of year again. I am sat watching the sea, through this beautifully wide window, from a place special to me and to my companion, feeling blessed to be able to be here. Only an hour ago the horizon…
I am on a sleek, white boat moving silently on the emerald green waters of a beautiful bay between rocky cliffs. Four other traveling companions are with me to guide my journey. The eldest, a crone dressed in deep…
I have wished to write this post in Italian first, in honour of its theme and my roots. If you would like to read it in English, please scroll all the way down where I have added a translated…
My Snail friend has been more adventurous last night. When I came down this morning, she/he’d been all over my slipper down the corridor, an intricate silver trail shining all over my left fluffy slipper. So sweet and comforting!…
Guest Post This month I have wanted to publish a post that came originally as a comment to my writing about ‘Nomads’, by my friend Mick Stevens, partly in response to the post, partly continuing on from one of…
Lately there have been more news from the world about nomadic populations being evicted, oppressed, scape-goated, used as human shields in conflicted territories. This has struck a chord with me as just in these past weeks, I have been…
Sitting by the clear green waters, on this long, surprisingly white sandy beach. The waters of many dreams were always green, clear, by a beach like this, high bank shore, just like this point in the coastline. I am…
“A Chinese Zen master once said: ‘Before a man studies Zen, to him mountains are mountains, and rivers are rivers; after he gets an insight into the truth of Zen through the instructions of a good master, mountains to…
It’s the morning of 27th December. I sit at my computer to check my mail, quickly and half-heartedly – as I really don’t want to be swallowed up by the allure of cyber space and its inhabitants, having spent…