I felt so fortunate this morning to glance at my calendar and see that today I had booked a Spotlight Session with my beautifully wise friend Tanya Geisler.* During our time together we found ourselves following the red threads of art, artistry, free and full self-expression, and unapologetic creativity, as Tanya patiently, lovingly, brilliantly, helped me to shine a light onto all the places where I’ve been hiding in the wings rather than stepping into my starring role. Deeply revealing. Deeply delicious.   One of these threads led us to the role and responsibility of the parent who nurtures and fosters a child from infancy through to adulthood, and the role…

I knit a lot. I find it calms me, brings me back to my body, and reminds me that life is best lived as a tactile, tangible, felt experience. For me, it is a meditation of the hands. Consequently, I’m not the kind of knitter whose pleasure arrives in the completion, but more in the process. Sure, I like to make beautiful garments… fine soft red lace that drapes elegantly over shoulders, snuggly soft swathes that envelop in warmth and in love, close-fitting rib in cashmere, merino and silk that lay close to the lines and the curves of the body beneath. But what I love most is the feel of…