I had just walked by the church in Kilkenny, Ireland when a huge wedding party burst out onto the street; the energy was electric and the colour of the dresses even more so. Kisses, hugs, laughter, frantic photographers, restless toddlers and rowdy teenagers all emerged, swathed in the colours of candy floss - fuchsia, turquoise, tangerine and lavender. I stopped to watch, happy to celebrate in the new couple’s moment.… READ MORE

There I was, enjoying the sunshine streaming through the window of my favourite café, when my friend said “I noticed that your posts and your retreats are all about living from a place of gratitude, joy, beauty…you do know there is more than that, right? There is suffering, there is pain, there is ugly”.

I sat up.

I was stunned to realize that he thought my… READ MORE

As another birthday arrives in my world, I recall a hike I took in spring, with the trilliums fading from white to purple, wearing the color with the grace of an aging lady. “When I am old I shall wear purple…” Jenny Joseph’s famed poetic line about elderly freedom of expression came to mind, applying as much to trilliums as humanity. Through the trilliums, the land spoke to me: Take comfort: your life may finish with… READ MORE