Log In

Yesterday I was walking in the glorious sunshine with my husband, Bill, on Elbow beach. The sky was an achingly deep blue, the colour of fine porcelain, and the crystal-clear water swirled amongst our bare toes, numbingly cool and pure. We just came ...

I am a strong woman and cry very rarely. However, this morning the build-up of the shocking news of the last three weeks – the brutal and barbaric invasion of Ukraine – finally broke me down. My deep pain and heartache for the thousands of innocent,...

How to keep the romance going in marriage? How to keep the fire of love and passion burning for many years? Every couple has their own secrets and recipes. Bill and I found our own: we love to surprise each other. This Valentine’s Day started out for...

I love to be inspired by extraordinary people. I am in awe when I witness the transformation of a body by a mind intent on positive change. It reminds me that our horizons are limitless. In Bermuda, I was deeply affected by the story of talented and...

Christmas Day in Thailand was unlike any Christmas I have ever experienced. We could hear the faint sound of monks chanting in the nearby temple, and Bill and I looked at each other, smiling because there was nothing ‘Christmassy’ to do. Thailand is ...

At daybreak, the rising sun sent shafts of light shimmering across the wine-dark waters of the fabled Malacca Strait. The Andaman Sea stretched below us, a deep indigo carpet studded with the rocky peaks of small islands wreathed in morning mist. One...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...