Wow, writing down those words has a serious impact. I T U R N 5 0. My first instinct is to say things like: Where has the time gone, it...

We have all sorts of people addicted to all sorts of things these days. Drugs, food, alcohol, work, sex, shopping, or social media. Could...

I joined a book club, one that actually reads books and has discussions about the content, and of course we do throw in a glass of wine....

Recently a young man in a neighbouring seaside village went missing. He went out for a bit of fun riding the waves with his boogie board...

This question is as old as the hills when it comes to self empowerment. I should know, I have heard it over and over again for the last...

What is standing in your way right now? I have been asking this very question for a long time now. I went away to Mozambique for eight...

I went looking for a Sensory Deprivation experience, or otherwise known as a Float Tank and I found Kinesiology. What is it and how do I...

In my twenties I felt I was extremely world wise, in hindsight perhaps every decade we feel this way, guess it is relevant to that moment...

I have long been fascinated and thoroughly enjoyed windy days, it represents freedom. I mean it goes where it wants to with no one to...

I have written before in the piece on Process that I am writing these daily pieces to get all of the no’s out of the way so that I can...

I walked into the classroom and she was sitting there on her phone; instantly I disliked her. Her perfectly straight dark hair cascading...

Sitting at the dining room table, my back to the doorway I hear my name called. Odd, because I know I am the only one home. Turning to...

This prompt feels like possibly the easiest one to date, but it isn’t really. I decided around the age of about 15 that I would never...

Again the question comes up of what do I want to do and why exactly am I scared to do it? First thought, I am not scared of anything...

I remember sitting on the back porch as the sun began fading behind the rooftops of the neighbours houses. “I am such a failure Mom,” I...

I cannot remember the last time I have done something for the sake of just doing it and not because I am expecting a return. I either do...

In writing this piece I am reminded of the scene from Dead Poets Society where Robin Williams’ character stands on his desk and asks his...

Every time someone asks me what I want for myself I tumble headfirst down the rabbit hole of depression. I suppose I have spent so much...

I do not even remember when I got my first journal and began to write. It may have been as a teenager with a diary that had a lock on it,...

How can I go more deeply into the quiet of myself? This is a question I have asked myself hundreds of times over the years and I do not...