There are some things we simply cannot change. We can either fight that fact, or we can surrender to what’s next.

The good thing about getting sick of yourself, of hitting a wall, is that it prevents further movement in that dead-end direction. It stops you. It also hurts, just to make the point very plain.

In the dark times of nothingness the ego begins to dissolve and the soul stirs and deepens. In the dark times we refine who we really are: what we value and what we truly want.

f you are one of those lucky people who knew who you were and what you wanted to do from the time you were seven years old, this column is not for you.

The night sea passage is the dark, liminal space between one chapter and another. A booze cruise it is not.

Home is where the heart is inclined. Home is our soul, our true self, the place where our humanity and divinity meet and make magic.

One of the most difficult things in the world is to know who you really are. For over two decades I’ve  followed the Greek maxim inscribed at the Temple of Delphi: “Know thyself.” And I think I do. I think I’m a salmon.

Dragons are the mythological, metaphorical expression of our innermost fears; the sea they inhabit our unknown future.