Lamp-Lit Heart of Compassion

Lamp-Lit Heart of Compassion

My heart is full. I  write this in a fully mindful and awake state still feeling the buzz of the Members Weekend coursing through my body – it’s an energy thing, not from the coffee I had this morning but it feels similar! and I feel such gratitude flowing out from my lamp-lit heart; the…

mindful immersion

Mindful Immersion

Recently I have become aware of activities that I do that become a complete immersion, away from my habitual, incessant thinking patterns. Anything that is powerful enough to enable me to become totally present and not drown in my ruminations about the past, worries about the future and self-criticism comes along like a sigh of…

Is it just me?

Is it just me?

There is a main road fairly near my house which I generally only notice when there’s a westerly wind. Today, its silence is audible. Since lockdown took hold, I’m feeling a great stillness; a stillness that is perhaps always there but goes unnoticed most of the time; like the space between the cars, between sounds,…

one day at a time

One Day at a Time

In our mindfulness training we learn how the mind has a tendency to be negative.  Rick Hanson calls this a ‘negativity bias’.  He explains how negative thoughts stick to the mind like Velcro, and yet positive thoughts slide off like Teflon. Over evolution, our minds were trained to react to threats more than opportunities. Rick…

Rainbows

Rainbows

My dear auntie Jean in London has been sending me photos of rainbows she encounters on her daily walks; rainbows drawn on the pavements, pinned in windows and hung on gates; a spontaneous phenomenal creative response to the personal, local, national and global crisis we find ourselves in. The images themselves appear as symbols of…

be-kind-to-yourself

Be Kind to Yourself

Today is my grandson’s birthday. He is 6.  This is the first birthday I haven’t been with him.  Usually I stay at their house overnight and surprise him in the morning when he wakes up.  I’m usually helping out at his party. A photo on Facebook reminds me of the joy we felt at his…

Morning Coffee

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee has gradually become a slow savouring ritual for me. I am aware of my coffee urge as soon as I exit dreamworld  – as soon as daily consciousness kicks in – it’s the only thing that will coax me out of my cosy brushed cotton cosy-bed-nest – it’s coffee time! I didn’t used…

where-the-children-played

Where the Children Played

This is where the children played.  Just two weeks ago I was here with my grandson at a weekly forest school session where a group of children aged 3-6 explored these woods with curiosity and joy.  Dens became havens for pretend play.  Tree trunks were climbed and became castles, rockets, towers and the crow’s nest…