My hands move to the pulse of the music, and make the sparkles hanging in the air swirl and spin, leaving streaks of glittering colours...

Sometimes I pause where I am, look straight up and imagine I’m gazing back down at myself from outer space. If I did that now...

Out of nowhere, it had crawled into this room. Again. Nothing had happened, really, yet the air had changed, had turned dull and heavy....

I used to do meditation retreats at a centre on a tiny island off the coast of British Columbia. There was a nun who stayed at the centre...