The Mindful Baker

In just over a month, assuming everything continues to go to plan, Whitney and I are going to have a baby. A boy. Our first child. Which is an extraordinary sentence to write because I am still not entirely convinced that anyone has checked whether I am suitably qualified. There appears to be remarkably little vetting involved. You spend longer proving your identity when trying to log into your supermarket saver account. And yet, sometime very soon, somebody is apparently goi

I used to think my heart was trying to kill me. Not in the cinematic, sweaty-chested, clutch-the-pearls-and-call-999 kind of way. More...

There was a time, not long ago, when I believed success was something you chased. You know the drill, wake up, drink the coffee, fake the...

People often ask me how I got into this line of work and what prompted me to pursue a career, and life, centred around mindfulness. Well,...