Something that stayed with me from the early days of my mindfulness training was an example of bringing mindfulness into our daily life when we find ourselves in situations that are frustrating. In the example, a person was finding themselves becoming stressed over how often they were put on hold at work when speaking to…
An overused word in mindfulness is “journey”. The word, or more accurately the cultural baggage associated with the word, can put people off. In its defence, “journey” can be helpful shorthand for the experiences of mindfulness that are difficult to render in everyday language (indeed I have even written a blog about my own practice…
When I reflect on my role as a mindfulness teacher and tutor, I am drawn back to the beginning, my “origin story” as commissioners of films like to call our backgrounds. I started practicing mindfulness in 2011 and up until I first plonked my derriere on a cushion, I had never given any thought to…
What makes a fire burn is space between the logs, a breathing space. Too much of a good thing, too many logs packed in too tight can douse the flames almost as surely as a pail of water would. So building fires requires attention to the spaces in between, as much as to the wood.…
Dhammadinna – She Who Has Given Herself to the Dhamma For so long I thought only of the river’s end. Then one morning, I set my paddle down to watch the sun rise over the eastern hills – only to find myself floating – somehow gently upstream. I promise it was not what I had…
It was as if a window suddenly blew open and the sky outside the mind came flooding in. My childhood shriveled to a close, thread of smoke that rose and touched a cloud — or the cloud’s replica adrift on the slow river of thinking — and disappeared inside it. In that dark water, a…
One morningwe will wake upand forget to buildthat wall we’ve been building,the one between usthe one we’ve been buildingfor years, perhapsout of some senseof right and boundary,perhaps out of habit. One morningwe will wake upand let our empty handshang empty at our sides.Perhaps they will rise,as empty thingssometimes dowhen blownby the wind.Perhaps they simplywill not rememberhow…
I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out. II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I…
Letting go, in order to let in releasing, in order to receive nature’s coded messages become clearer the less we try to see. Trying hard, trying harder and harder trying so very hard is not the way. We need commitment, yes and focus and hope and faith and trust but most of all we need…