A Mindful Art of Life begins with the lifestyle you create. I live in a village in the west of France on the way to Normandy and Brittany. It is a region known as the Mayenne and abounds with farms, forests and rivers with plenty of rain and quite a bit of sunshine – the result is that I call it the Mayenne Jungle. I live in a medieval village called Sainte Suzanne with a population of about 1000. After living in New York and Paris for many years, I am often asked somewhat dubiously how I like living in the country. Here you will get a taste of what it is to live here, how I spend my days, and share my pleasures and woes!
Category Archives: Being at Home
A spiritual solution for Fear
THE ENERGY OF COMPASSION The five cartoonists of Charlie Hebdo, who have throughout their career lampooned political figures and all extremities, whether political or religious, have paid a heavy price for defending the right to laugh about anything. « I prefer to die than to live like a rat », said Charb, the newspaper’s director, who was…
Pave your Way as you Go Forward
Paving it Forward is a process to consciously choose how you want to be, feel and live each part of your day and each part of your life. «Pave it Forward » is a way of telling the universe what it is that you want to happen. It is a powerful form of intention-setting that…
How to Manifest Mindfully
CREATING YOUR FUTURE IN THE PRESENT MOMENT This Manifestation activity is a powerful way of working with your thoughts and projections into the future. More times than not we are on a default setting worrying about the future. Rather than cultivating a positive expectation about what might occur regarding a situation or an event,…
From Rhubarb Patch to Pie
Rhubarb is really easy to grow and even easier to enjoy in a homemade Pie Rhubarb made it’s first appearance in an Italian garden in 1608 and quickly spread to the rest of Europe. It is happiest in a cool and wet climate so I planted it last summer in the bottom of the garden…
Never a Dull Moment – Cultivating Being
I grew up in the country – in the suburbs of Ottawa; our back yard was an acre of pine trees, mud in the spring (mud is a very creative medium), piles of leaves in the fall (to jump into, to hide in and jump out of), and mountains of snow in the winter. It…