When it’s winter in my heart And my lungs have lost their leaves And my thoughts have turned to ice The cold clinging to their eaves ...

Dear loves, This week I came out of my 16th women's retreat circle across 44 months. Our final circle had no starting point and no end,...

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I've got a thing about shelves. Over ten years ago, I moved into a little dark bedroom on Shepherdess Walk in London. Everything was on...