Something to read with your coffee.
For years I wrote a monthly journal about homes, habits and how to live. This is that journal, picked up again and rewritten for life after 50.
Short pieces. No homework. Read one and get on with your morning.

The First 21 Minutes.
Seven mornings. Seven minutes to move, seven for your mind, seven for what matters. One short email each morning for a week.
Everything moves fast. We are always trying to stay a step ahead, move quicker, plan for tomorrow and for two years from tomorrow. It is exhausting, and after a while it ...
Most of us take breathing for granted. It happens whether we pay attention or not, so we stop paying attention.
Yoga takes the breath very seriously. The practice of work...
You have something to finish. A form, a letter, a job you promised someone. You sit down to do it and nothing happens. You read the same line four times. You get up for t...
A mudra is a hand gesture. You have seen hundreds of them without knowing the word: in statues of the Buddha, in Indian dance, in old Christian paintings where a saint ho...
Can one person make a difference?
I believe that one person at a time, we can make a great deal of love and peace, inside ourselves and out in the world. Too idealistic? ...
Some years ago I had a stretch of about a year and a half when everything was going well and I was travelling at warp speed. So much to do, all of it at once, and I was e...
I have never been one to sit still.
Years ago, when my schedule was close to insane and there was no down time at all, I was still bored. I had plenty to do. What I meant...
People new to meditation often think it is a way of escaping from real life for a while. Done properly it works the other way. You end up noticing more of your life, and ...
You finally made it. You planned the trip for months. You worked out every detail: what to see each day, where to shop, where to eat. And here you are, tense and anxious,...
Life was busy. One month, years ago, I sat down to write and almost stopped at those three words.
Every so often I felt as if I was on a merry go round and the man who wo...