The blinking cursor. Dread, in pixels. A white, empty page, waiting for brilliance. Or is it? SO many people have confided in me their deep wish to write a book. And when I ask them ‘what’s…

Sadness is beautiful. It’s also sad, of course, but what a precious gift! Feeling lost, feeling lonely. Feeling a heavy ball of tears in your throat. All these shades of pain. Looking out of the window,…

I’m sorry. Not because I did something wrong, not because I’m ashamed of my actions, but because I respect my humanness, and being sorry is an important part of that. I’m not sorry for making a…

And all of a sudden, I am visited by a crushing sadness. It feels like showing up on my own funeral, head down, arms hanging heavily, watching the darkness surround me, sobbing in silence while it’s…

Something holds it all. The pain and the pleasure, the rise and the fall. The mornings, the evenings. The dreams and the doubts. Something holds it all. The rain and the sun and the tired leaves…

It feels like I’m marinating in love. Like I’m carrying a thick layer of exquisite laziness. High on life. Yeah. Drinking coffee feels good. Coaching feels fantastic. Listening to someone, or something, is a mysterious experience….

Should you take life seriously? Should you make the most out of every moment? Should you be happy, no matter what? Or should you BE no matter what, happy or not? Should you wish for bad…