The glass is already broken
When I was first learning about Buddhism, I travelled to Thailand with several of my friends and teachers and went to the forest monastery of a renowned meditation master named Achaan Chah. Gathering round him after our arrival, we asked him to explain the Buddha's teachings. He motioned to a glass sitting to one side

The lies to stop believing
This wise looking character is my friend Aboodi. He's a very fine coach and (amongst other things) I admire the way he goes against the happy-clappier elements in the coaching world and proposes something more realistic and grounded.He's recently started his weekly newsletter Stirring the Soul up again, and I

Thank you for everything
Sometimes, it's easy to be grateful.It's easy when I bounce someone else's baby on my knee and he grins back at me.It's easy when I pull a jar of blackcurrant jam from the back of the cupboard in the depth of winter, and spoon condensed summer onto my toasted teacake.It's easy when I receive

On the benefits of forgetting
I've just been trawling back through my archives to find Christmas poems. It's become a bit of a tradition for me to incude an A4 sheet of poems in all my Christmas cards (even the people I don't think will read them). It's my attempt at sprea

Fantastic Mr Fox
I sometimes hesitate to recommend music or films to other people, because I understand that I tend towards the odd, the off-beat, the dark.I could understand if people didn't love the things I love, and I don't want to rave about something and get someone's hopes up and then dash them.