The twenty-minute Bohemian

I’m not saying I actually want to be an impoverished artist in fin-de-siecle Paris, living off cigarettes and the goodwill of others, pale and interesting and destined for tubercular demise. But I think you can’t beat a little bit of fantasy to enable a small escape, and I love nothing better than packing my notebook and pretending I’m heading off to Les…

A tiny step towards being in the moment

We’re all busy people these days, me included. I used to rush everywhere, always living in the future, and when I wasn’t in a hurry I had my head bent over my phone. When I started trying to slow it all down, I began looking into the art of being in the moment, or mindfulness. So one day…