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San Francisco was gloomy and rainy for most of the two weeks I was there visiting my family. On those grey days, I tried to recognise precious moments as if I were collecting dark red cherries during hot summer days in the radiant orchards of nearby...

My favourite view of Bermuda is from the air. When I take off or land I feel a deep thrill as the endless canvas of the blue ocean stretches before me and, flung across it, the glittering chain of our small islands so far from the distant horizon. ...

The night the wind howled through the ancient trees of Tao Garden nestled in the green mountains of Northern Thailand, Bill and I lay awake listening – to it and the rain. The air was spiced with the smells of the jungle and rice fields. We had been ...

Five years ago I started a new column, Life Begins at 50, here in The Royal Gazette. During the ensuing years I have written almost 200 articles. These articles in my column became a vital channel for me to share my insights and feelings, my memories...

Last Sunday, nature balanced the storm of devastating news with a peaceful and serene day. The sea rested after weeks of wind. The strong currents that still lingered from the passing of Hurricane Larry were gone. The surface gently undulated in a s...

Bermuda summer clouds! I fell in love with them one June twilight long ago, when I first came to Bermuda. For me, these magnificent clouds, piled high to the heavens, tinged and shaded with every colour of orange, purple and red, floating serenely ...

It was 6.45am. I was standing in Astwood Park on the edge of a rugged stone slab shaped by thousands of years of ocean winds. I was practicing Qigong movement meditation and gazing at the ocean rolling in front of me like a breathing royal blue canva...

What is it to take a picture? Often, it is an attempt to capture a memory, an important moment, or perhaps, just something fun. More often these days it is to freeze in time a vision of ourselves, as we like to see us, and to share that image with ...

Yesterday, I rang the bell of our front door. My husband Bill opened it and looked down at my feet. He jumped aside as I rolled a big watermelon with my toes into our living room. Bill’s face was the picture of surprise. I couldn't stop laughing. “Y...

One of the most profound changes that happened to me here in Bermuda was forging a deep and strong connection with the ocean surrounding us – I went from an attitude of taking, to one of protecting. This was fostered by my husband Bill’s lifelong in...