A craving for simplicity

Hearing nothing but birds and the wind. Listening to your own breath. Being able to walk your own path. Following my flow in the quiet space of spirit. As most of you know by now, I currently live in London but go back to visit my parents in my childhood home in North...

Why meditating sucks, but you should do it anyway

Silence is a weird concept. Having been meditating on and off for years, I probably should have got very used to perching on my ‘sit bones’ (yoga term for arse), losing awareness of my feet as the blood is slowly squeezed from them as I try in vain to...