Rescuing Emily

The movie A Quiet Passion has to be one of the worst biopics I’ve ever seen (in a category stuffed with more turkey’s than Perdue). It nearly managed to obliterate the memory of Emily Dickinson’s delicate and beautiful poetry (‘hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul’ is no where to be found)….

The Alchemy of Love

Sir Anthony Seldon, a British schoolmaster and political author, recently described the beautiful alchemy that transforms love  at the end of life. His wife Joanna died of cancer in December 2016. ” The illness might have withered her body, but it strengthened our love and faith.  Never had we known such profound physical intimacy and romance…

Presence

‘My father was in a coma for six weeks before he died,’ a man told me recently. This man also described how he sat with his father until the end. ‘It was the best thing I ever did,’ he said. He felt there was some intelligence that passed between them wordlessly as they spent time…

Everyday Karma

I used to think karma played out over a large time span, maybe over several lives.  And during my past-life regression in 2014, I certainly got to see how my bad behavior in one past life, hitting someone over the head with a stone (admittedly after they killed my baby), eerily played out in this…

Our Super Power

People say trust your gut. But I think we also ought to be trusting our hearts too.  They emit a signal which is more powerful than anything else in the body.   Recent research has found that ‘the heart has the ability to generate an electromagnetic field (EMF) that is 5,000 times the EMF of…

Laura’s Gift

My dear heart, Laura, was born 62 years ago today.  She has been ‘gone’ nearly 3 years, almost the same amount of time that we were together. And still I feel her presence so sweetly and vividly.  I used to think that she was reaching out  from ‘the other side’ (wherever that is), but now I…

I heart you

Saturday is Laura’s birthday.  This month she has been deluging me with hearts.  I find them everywhere, usually several a day; a heart shaped piece of breakfast eggshell, a wet patch by the bath, 3 heart shaped pieces of gum on the pavement, a tiny heart shaped red leaf, a line of a dozen hearts…

One Love

The hardest thing to get my head around spiritually is the idea that we are all one.  It makes perfect sense sitting on my meditation cushion when I’m all Ommm and Zen, but out in the street…well not so much. But recently I’ve tried something,  a simple little act that has been shining up the…

Liz and Rayya

It squeezed my heart to hear Elizabeth Gilbert’s recent news.  In case you missed it, the Eat, Pray, Love author Liz Gilbert announced recently on her Facebook page that after learning of her best friend of 15 years, Rayya Elias’s, liver and pancreatic cancer, she realized she was the love of her life and there was…

What If…

What if every drop of love and joy you feel affects and expands the pool of human consciousness; bringing more joy and light into the world? And what if every drop of anger, fear and anxiety does the same; creating more of those destabilizing emotions? Then wouldn’t the best way to improve the world be…

Dating

Before I name my hot water bottle and starting talking to it (as it lies plump on my pillow in its fuzzy alpaca jacket), I should start dating again.  It is two and half years since Laura died and I haven’t been on a single date yet. And although, ‘I love to love’ (as Tina…

On Love

One of the sweetest and funniest descriptions of what it feels like to be in love ‘I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out.  I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.  I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you’re…

The Night Visitor

I wake in the sweet spot, the warm burrow of duvet and sheets after a long night’s sleep and feel a tender embrace encircling me; a hand on my cheek, the other stroking my ear, toes gently scratch and tickle the underside of my foot, and arms pull me in close. ‘Oh Laura,’ I sigh…

Laura Calls Time

In England, one night, when I was talking to Laura, she said ‘It is time’. I thought at first she meant time for her to move on.  I felt a twang of pain at the thought of her absence. But now I think she meant it was time for me to move on, to head…

Two Hearts Entwined

Sitting on my little mossy green meditation cushion giving thanks for all the blessings in my life, I’ve noticed recently the most beautiful things keep passing by my windows.  I live on the 28th floor of an uptown Manhattan apartment building, so my normal neighbors up here are helicopters, blimps and the odd seagull surfing…