Low-Frequency Love: 4AM Freedom

Every hour of the clock has its own personality, its own character and flavour. From the crisp, fresh, lemon-yellow optimism of 7am, through the heavy, lethargic grey wasteland of 3 in the afternoon, to the tailing-off-winding-down navy blue of 9pm. Their colours change depending on the season, on whether you are awake or asleep: 10pm…

All of Yoga Exists Within the Breath

“When you experience the vibration of your breath…when you feel constant change in all that is going on around you right now, then you have deep insight into the meaning of life.” Richard Freeman – The Mirror of Yoga   When I first started practising yoga, I noticed that the simplest way to find calm…

Making Space for Writing

At this slightly chaotic and twinkly time of year, I am studiously ignoring my pile of unwritten Christmas cards (sorry everyone) as I attempt to complete the planning and plotting of my second novel. Finding myself at this early stage of the process again, has brought me back into close contact with that half-forgotten weight…

‘Waking’: Inspirations

——————————————- Abridged excerpt from ‘Waking’ – ‘Do I know you?’ ‘I saw you outside the pub the other day.’ ‘I know. I meant from before then.’ ‘I moved here recently. Maybe you’ve just seen me around.’ ‘Before that.’ He smiled. ‘Before here.’ He swung his hand around through the air, his fingers making circles in…

Wait, where’s my filter?

In the wake of the EU Referendum devastation, I have a sinking suspicion that our perception of the world we live in is horribly distorted, fed entirely through our own filters. Social media may be dividing us further, not bringing us together.  For me, and all of my friends and colleagues, the last few days have…

Still.

At the still point, there the dance is. T.S.Eliot “Have you joined some kind of cult?” This is a question I get asked a lot at home right now, as I yawn my way out of bed at dawn, shuffle into the spare room, and clamber sleepily onto my yoga mat. Over the past three…

About Women, by Men.

Unfashionably late to the feminist debate. For some reason, I grew up believing feminist activism to be a dated irrelevance, an attention-seeking anachronism in our balanced and equal UK society. Many of the most prominent feminists I remember reading or listening to when I was younger, all came across as bitter and aggressive, petty separatists…

The Articulate Clamour

  Are we all still living in Babel? About four years ago, I had a conversation with my Mum that sparked an internal discussion I have been ruminating on ever since. I wanted to write about it immediately, but somehow got lost in the puzzle, mistakenly believing that I should find a neat solution, a…