The hug you've been aching for, for months, is filled with everything you've felt since the pandemic began - but haven't said out loud.

What's in the space between thoughts?

Can you generate some compassion...for yourself?

These days we veer between doom and wonder - oversteering to keep from crashing. We need to learn to turn into the skid.

What motivates you to want to sit for 20 minutes?

Include it all... bone, blood, and breath... working from the skin inwards. No anatomy knowledge required.

You can't change what the world throws at every day ...but your headspace heading into it? There, you have some agency.

Pack your bags. What would it feel like to jettison future worries and past regrets?

Think of your thoughts as a cunning form of resistance...trying to undermine where you want your attention to be.

Finding new pleasures in a semi-lockdown world. I've made a list.