Truer Identity
I met Barbara at an art charity sale. While I admired her paintings, she told me her life story… all about travelling to South America, painting donkeys, and teaching art to kids with special needs… I listened mesmerised; she is so alive. So unburdened by people’s opinions. So magnetically authentic… But the she told me about her son, who died young.
Welcome to Mo!
I collapsed on my hotel bed; happy and absolutely spent. I was in Albania, speaking at a women’s retreat. After a long day, the adrenaline was finally wearing off. I breathed in deeply, letting my body sink into the mattress’ embrace… Nine or ten hours later, when I opened my eyes, I noticed the wallpaper was embossed with city names: London,
Beautifying Transitions
Have you noticed that in nature transitions are infused with beauty? Think about a shore, that ever-dancing point where water meets land
Here With Me
I love travelling. A while back, I was on board Airbus A321 bound for Amman, Jordan. I usually choose an aisle seat so that I can get up and walk without disturbing anyone. But the flight was full, so I was assigned a window seat over the left wing of the plane. Although I did not know it, God had