Writings

On the art of life.

From shithole to a château

From shithole to a château

Magic. That is what my daughter says I am capable of doing when I show her a picture of the ruin in the south of Italy that I am dreaming of turning into a writing/yoga centre.

Melancholia, my friend

Melancholia, my friend

“Don’t worry, be happy,” may make a catchy song, but as an attitude to life, it is naïve in assuming that you can simply wish worries away with artificially induced happiness.

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE

When you announce your engagement, it is natural for people to congratulate you with great excitement and immediately glare at your ring. When you tell people that you have just separated, however, the acceptable etiquette is to produce a piteous sad face, accompanied...

ON BEAUTY

ON BEAUTY

Does beauty have to be temporary; something you dip into while you are on vacation? And what is the reality then, that I have earned my “much deserved break from”? A grueling sequence of survival in a place of uninspiring scenery, six months of winter, with the occasional respite of a walk, a meeting with a friend and drawing all my strength from my daughters’ smiles? 

ON THE FEAR OF B-S

ON THE FEAR OF B-S

Perfect is the enemy of good, says the post-it on my computer, reminding me to let go of my obsession with perfectionism. While perfectionism has its obvious benefits, namely, striving to do a good job, writer Elizabeth Gilbert strips perfectionism off its romantic...

The price of truth

The price of truth

“Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth,” wrote Katherine Mansfield. Taking risks and facing the truth had been my guiding principle throughout much of my...