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Sorting through 35–40 years of collected books today, I found myself in happy tears. It's ironic really. I'm dyslexic and have never been much of a reader, yet I've gathered words my whole life. Maybe because I've always felt them rather than just read them. As I was packing some away,  so I know they're safe. I picked up Returning to Silence: Zen Practice in Daily Life . The price is still pencilled inside the cover. 825 baht. That small detail took me straight back. Back to

Beacon Trees: Earth's Sacred Antennas Between Worlds Some trees stand differently in the landscape more alive, more present, more awake. Our ancestors knew this. Dowsers can measure it. And if you've ever placed your hand on ancient bark and felt something shift inside you, your body already knows it too. These are beacon trees, and they've been waiting for us to remember. There are moments in our spiritual journey when we encounter teachings that feel less like new informati

Sometimes the universe whispers, and sometimes it shouts. My journey to Prague was neither - it was a gentle, knowing pull that I could not quite explain until I stood on the cobblestones of the Old Town, tears streaming down my face in the Maisel Synagogue. This was not a trip I had planned. Prague had never been on my bucket list. Yet here I was, arriving in this ancient city with my Mum in January 2026, for what would become one of the most profound spiritual experiences o