Foreword by Hilary Pearson

My father was dying and my first daughter just born. Traveling up from

London to make our last visit, watching my daughter as she slept, I glanced

out of the window to see a white horse streaming across a field: in that

moment I was the horse and the horse was me – life and death, grief and

joy, everything contained in a split second.

At that time I had the good fortune to be working with Michal Levin. I had

just started on an inner journey that has lasted 21 years now and continues

to take me further and deeper than I could ever have imagined. The years

have been filled with extraordinary [...]