The January edition of the Mother Sugar Salon, I’ll admit, rather stumped me. The question (At this point in your life, is there a dream you will never get to fulfill? What is it- and what makes you so sure it’s out of reach?) knocks up against one of the deep-seated principles of our culture: this idea of living our dreams, of all things being always within our reach if we simply try hard enough. My knee-jerk response to the question, then, was, No! Absolutely not. At first, I could not imagine (or perhaps have so trained myself not to allow myself to imagine) listing even one ‘dream’ or aspiration of mine that I couldn’t, in one way or another, fulfill. Continue reading
Fill your go-mug with your favourite hot bevvie. This is a long one. Last week, I experienced the worst winter road conditions of my vehicular life. Not the scariest – that award goes to the time my carpool partner and … Continue reading
I am not a busy person. I wake up without an alarm, spend a good portion of time in bed checking Pinterest, shower the dog with morning cuddles, talk to the bump, before slowly (more slowly each week) rolling out … Continue reading
“Yoga teacher training will change your life.” This is what the nice lady behind the counter of the yoga studio told me every time I asked about taking yoga teacher training.
At this, I always cocked my head to the side, squinted my eyes and thought, “Really? You know this? You, standing behind that counter in your stretchy pants know this about me?” Continue reading
Last week, our friendly UPS deliveryman set another large, heavy box on the tiled floor of our office. (It is the time of our business year for receiving deliveries, for purchasing what we hope to sell over the next few … Continue reading
We’d arranged to meet in a dark bar in the middle of London to say our final goodbyes. I hadn’t seen him for weeks, maybe months. He looked great – younger, more vital, refreshed. I was a wreck. I still … Continue reading
When I was eighteen, and in University for the first time, I vividly remember slouching in the back of a lecture hall, perching my Doc Marten boots on the back of the seat in front of me, staring at the “mature students” sitting at the front of the class, and thinking, “What losers. That will never be me”. What I can’t get over now is not only how sure I was, but also how clearly wrong I was. Continue reading