Seeing the world differently can be a challenging way to live. I don’t exist in this world anymore. This makes me weird, and not the...

Today, the cafes in London are open on the inside, for the first time, in a year. I am sitting in one in Greenwich, and sun is streaming...

It took a long time for me to realise that I'm an unusually sensitive person. I assumed that everyone else could see the pain in that...

It is very disturbing to see a priest holding a benediction service for the founder of fascism. Rows of men standing at attention, many...

Italy is waking up. Walkers, energised, make their way up my street. A neighbour exercises in his yard to dance music. Children run, dogs...

exploring life as a writer who wants to step more lightly on our planet In my attempts to shift to a life that has less impact on the...

Most of my days, I've refused, at least in my own mind, to be 'categorized', as senseless an endeavor as that can be. Humans need...

Review of an essential classic From the lens of today, the film “Walkabout”* resonates powerfully in its portrayal of our profound...

In search of awe, some scale mountains, trek great distances or pay to lose themselves in a virtual fantasy. In the silence, slowing...

Walking back from the café, I held a slice of freshly baked apple pie wrapped in foil, feeling nauseous. New to living in northern Italy,...

On my way here, I saw an image of a woman retrieving a loaf of bread from an oven. She looked delighted and the bread artisanal. The...