full-circle

Full Circle

“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.”  Deepak Chopra I can feel the rhythm of the cycle. I can feel the pulse of spring. Its familiarity warms me amidst memories of a year of extreme change, like…

Mindful-of-Thorns

Mindful of Thorns

Last week, I learned how when something difficult or very stressful happens to us, no matter how big or small, it is possible that it doesn’t get stored in the right way in the brain. It’s as if it gets stored in the wrong cupboard. Science tells us that the memories of traumatic events get…

inside-outside

Inside Outside

Last week I was listening to fellow mindfulness practitioners on Fay’s Wonder of the Everyday course. It was interesting to hear that many people found it easier to be mindful in their everyday life when they were outdoors. I wondered if I felt this too. So this week I considered this and noticed immediately that…

mindful-hygge

Mindful Hygge

The wind is so strong I can’t open the door. When I do manage to force my way out along the very icy passageway that leads to an outbuilding in my garden, I get blown along the path. The wind is that strong. It’s almost impossible to open the door.  I am aware that I…

Training-to-Teach

Training to Teach

February 5th It’s my turn, to lead. Later today. I notice how this thought permeated my whole day, from the moment I woke up. I notice how this thought had a sticky persistence, and its delivery somehow becoming more urgent. I really saw how “what I resist persists”. I didn’t want to be thinking about…

The-joy-of-mindfulness-in-daily-life

The joy of mindfulness in daily life

“There is no enlightenment outside of daily life” – Thich Nhat Hanh. “Living our life moment by moment allows us to put in our best effort and appreciate how fortunate we are”.  Lama Zangmo   Since writing my previous blog called ‘Contrasts’ just two weeks ago, I have been doing the weekly challenge, which I…

contrasts

Contrasts

I am gazing out of my window, where usually I can see where the sky meets the sea in an ever-changing extraordinary array of colours and textures. This morning I look out and just see grey. There is no edge – the sky bleeds into the sea in a monotone light grey. No texture. I’m…