the perfect trap

Marion Woodman expressed it best: “perfection rapes the soul”. She was right. The quest for perfection creates a lonely life. Because when I’m on it, I don’t even have my Soul for company. I’ve been working on a post for a couple of...

scared to trust life

Over the past three months, I’ve received multiple invitations to trust life more deeply than I’ve ever done before. I’ve been inside a perfect storm of insecurity, instability and uncertainty. I’ve been asked to face my deepest fears: that the...

chasing Rumi

Rumi: What you seek is seeking you.  A couple of weeks after I quit my corporate job in 2010, I went to Turkey. After hanging out in Istanbul and at the beach with a friend, I got on a bus alone and went to Konya – the small city in Central Anatolia where Rumi is...

something happened on the day he died

I never met David Bowie. I saw him perform live only once, on a big stage in a large venue. It wasn’t an intimate gig. I didn’t get backstage afterwards. We didn’t know each other. To me, he was only ever an idea/l. But I’m sitting here the day after he died and I...

how to make a bonfire out of candles

I woke up on Saturday morning to find Paris in pieces. For a couple of hours after the Guardian app pushed an alert to my phone, I kept crying as waves of grief tore through me. I was fascinated to observe my own reaction. The news hit me harder than some other events...