Losing my identity in the jungle

I feel like I’ve been here in Costa Rica for months. In reality it’s only been 5.5 days, and only four of them have been at yoga school, which is where I am now, by a beautiful brook in the jungle inhabited by iguanas, geckos, dragonflies, monkeys, sloths and about a bazillion unseen noisy little…

Read More

Who am I? And other capitalist myths

Sorry. I know it’s a trite title. Or tritle, if you will. It’s just that existential crises are all the rage this AW16 season, like bomber jackets and off-the-shoulder dresses and feminism, and I don’t want to miss out.

Read More