There comes a time when the engines stop. Momentum still carries us, heavy and silent. Then the sea takes over. I once worked at sea, where silence has a sound. When the engines cut, it isn’t peace at first — it’s vastness. Intimidating. Maybe even terrifying if I’m

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Take a breath now as though nothing has gone before this moment. Nature isn’t a destination we step into. It’s a way of being. The good news is that nature is always ready to claim us if we simply allow it.

The creation of a new future is difficult because the past is what we know; it claims us. The mind keeps quarrying its mountain — digging through memory, polishing what shines, discarding what offends. It feels safe in the digging. It feels known. But the mountain owns the miner. 💎Today’s

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Take a breath now as though nothing has gone before this moment. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. — W.B. Yeats Written

As a child, I could lose myself in a Chinese wall scroll, tracing the bridge with my finger until I felt I’d walked across it. The meditation was already there, designed by the painter. With no baggage to trip me up, I fell straight into the painting...and unknowingly,

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Take a breath now as though nothing has gone before this moment. 🌿Today’s practice is to notice where you stand. * Imagine you are standing on two bathroom scales. Which one shows more weight — left or right? * Shift your weight from side to

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Take a breath now as though nothing has gone before this moment. 🍁Today’s practice is to shake it off. * Stand with your feet hip-width apart, flat on the ground. * Gently bounce up and down. * Let your arms loosen and flick, as if

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Take a breath now as though nothing has gone before this moment. The breath waits for you — simple, steady, always near. 💡What feels hardest for you right now? Finding stillness? Slowing down? Remembering to breathe? Or something else? Most people assume I’m

Fragments are small offerings of stillness — a breath, a line of poetry, a brief reflection. Each one is simple enough to hold in a moment, but together they build something larger, like pieces of stained glass slowly forming a window. By returning each day, we practise the art of beginning

Today, like every day, is a beginning. Nothing dramatic. Nothing forced. Just a breath. A pause. A small act of stillness. As you read this, take one breath with me. Let’s start with an exhale. At the bottom of your exhale, perhaps you notice a fragment of stillness. Perhaps

“Therefore I say: sink from your something into your nothing, and so return to the ground from which you are born.” — Meister Eckhart Thank you for being here. The Quiet Ground is a simple place to pause. Nothing to chase. Nothing to fix. Just a steady reminder to soften the