Having finished the latest draft of the book I'm working on, I've been filling up my time at home trying to "make space". The sheer arrogance of setting ourselves on par with deity is certainly

I participated in a mini-influencer event earlier today, leading a short guided meditation post-workout for the attendees. It was quite glamorous, all in all, felt very elegant and precious, and for once,

I long ago learned not to doubt Lionel Shriver's superb writing skills, as they are, when it comes to satire and political commentary, second to none. So naturally, when I found (up at the front in X,

It's worth mentioning this is not a comment on the extremely dire situation HIVE is currently in. I have neither the financial, nor the tech savvy to comment on it, so would rather not to. Although I see

What do you want? Bit of a loaded question, isn't it? Okay. Let's try a different angle then. What do you allow yourself to want? It struck me recently how much of our music (and art, more broadly) is

As much as I love music, it's not that often that a show impresses me on such a profound, almost disconcerting level. I've just had a tremendously pleasurable weekend on all dimensions of the word, and

The draft against my shoulders. The tickle of my hair against the nape of my own neck. Find ways to make life exciting even when I'm only myself. I've been thinking a lot about languages, and how strange

I will say, editing a book is nothing like writing a book. It's full of lessons in humility and going "what the hell, you utter numpty". All sorts of violent predicaments ensue, but I manage

Is that too arrogant a title, if the pretty thing in question is me? I don't know, except that's not entirely the point I'm making, and 'ritual' would be a far more appropriate word, except it doesn't

Wondering often what makes you a good teacher, and more importantly, a good person. How do you add to a person's day rather than give away. I've been noticing, from the "head mat" which is the

Coincidence or happenstance, expect you know I'm too nuts-o by much to ever call it mere coincidence. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but sometimes you prick your ears too hard, and stuff starts happening

I'm kinda tired and kinda not much fun to talk to these days. I spent all day editing, and while the book seems to be going well, brain not so much. Still, I'll try. I had a bunch of catch-ups and

While I'm waiting for my somatic workshop to begin, I thought I'd jot down a few words on account of tomorrow. Tomorrow marks for me precisely one year teaching yoga. Which, admittedly, doesn't sound like

figuring out what music you can work to is always a challenge, for me. to think there was once a time i could write to anything. motorhead blasting. i didn't care. now, there's very strict rules and they

I was struck by this week's Ladies of Hive prompt: Did someone support you during your hardest time? How did they help? I thought immediately, how sad that that's even a question. I hope no one can answer

So for the past ten months or so, I've been working with this studio which meant semi-regular classes, which in turn allowed me to connect with some semi-regular attendees and more importantly, with people

A couple days ago, my good friend @riverflows penned an interesting post (which is nothing new, since all of them, without fail, are) that really stayed with me. What are we all working towards? Is a

I wrote out a man's name in letters bold and free on the horizon, on some seaside beach in a nowhere town under three duvets and a pacifier, but the sea came and washed it all away, and reminded me that

how do you know? i just know. how can you know? because nothing feels wrong. because i am not presently in pain. because everything feels normal, for a change. then the familiar fullness, the me that could

Hidden in the bushes, you can trail it by the smoke in someone's backyard. Old smoke, crumbling stone. The kinds of houses that won't see another earthquake. We kindle inside houses that've stood the test