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Being Compassion

This last weekend I have been teaching a weekend for mindfulness teachers on the subject of doing less and being more in enquiry, with my good friend Jan Mayor. It is a stand-alone weekend, but it is also in preparation for the Compassion Based Living Course teaching skills retreat in April. As training in compassion often…

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Surrender to the Storm

I found myself in a cabin in the woods in the middle of storm.  Yes, the one we all felt the effects of last weekend. Storm Ciara. The cabin is somewhere I retreat to on a regular basis.  It is in the middle of woodland surrounded by chalk streams and near a lake.  It has…

Do You Love Me – Rumi

Do You Love Me? A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me?The beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes. I am present only for you. I have forgotten all my learning, but from knowing you I have…

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Nothing to Do – Nowhere to go

I’m having one of those weeks when nothing is coming through in my mind to write about for this blog. Words are usually quite forthcoming but this week – nothing.  I thought about writing about my visit to the zoo with my grandson.  That was quite a mindful experience but I’m saving that for another…

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Mindful Reflections on Change

Having just attended the funeral of my dear friend, being in the process of changing my life quite drastically and talking with Heather about the huge changes in her life, I find myself on a train to London feeling rather reflective. At the weekend I was also stunned by the news of the sudden death…

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All Change

I have moved into my new cottage this week. It is a thirty minute walk from Samye Ling and under 10 minutes’ drive. I am warm and comfy in my new home, which has everything I need to live well. The move went as well as could be expected, my two dogs Holly and Nutmeg…

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Mindfulness is Magic

“I am making a spell” “What is the spell for?” I ask. “It’s a spell to stop the world from breaking” This is the conversation I had with my 5-year-old grandson last weekend.  We were on a beach and he was mixing sand, seawater, seaweed, shells and stones in a bucket with his spade. I…