Good morning beautiful people, I hope that you are safe and healthy, wherever you are in the world. I am writing to you expecting to give birth any day now, hospital bag ready yet feeling no sign of contractions. “Your baby is late” is what I keep hearing for the past two days and at first, it made me anxious, seeing myself pregnant forever and truth be told, also not knowing how I will part from this amazing experience.

Good morning beautiful people, I hope that you are safe and healthy, wherever you are in the world. As I write to you, feeling light contractions in my lower belly, I remind myself to breath. My big day hasn’t arrived yet, and all I keep hearing is how the breath, connection to self and to the people around me, will be crucial on D day.

Good morning beautiful people, I hope that you are healthy, wherever you are in the world. What a time to be human. Walking around with a mask makes me wonder how we got here and which dimension are we now living in?

Good morning beautiful people, I hope that you are all healthy, wherever you are in the world. Having skipped a week of writing, I felt extra pressure to deliver a token of wisdom that was beyond my wildest dreams. But pressure often has the opposite effect on me, i.e. it paralyses my thoughts, puts me in comparison mode, and stops the flow of creativity coming my way.