Tutor: Choden Dates: 7-8 March, 9-10 May and 18-19 July 2026 Times: 10.00am-17.00pm on Saturday and 9.00am- 16.00pm on Sunday. Cost: £555.00 payable in three monthly instalments of £185.00 Venue for weekend one- Online via Zoom or at the Holiday Inn at The Crichton, Bankend Road, Dumfries, DG1 4TA. For more details about the Crichton…
I had this idea and imagining it and building it brought me alive. I was never as engaged as when it was half-built. I’d read the blueprint in my heart and carve another piece. Once finished, I lived in it. It was where I’d go to look out on the world. For years it was…
Mindfulness Level 3 ~ Insight: Seeing Deeply Mindfulness Level 3: INSIGHT ~ Monday Evenings Tutors: Heather Regan-Addis Dates: Module 1 Monday 7th September- Monday 5th October 2026 Module 2 Monday 2nd November – Monday 30 November 2026 Module 3 Monday 4th January – Monday 1st February 2027 Times: Each session will take place on a Monday evening from…
Beneath the masks, beneath the names, beneath ideals, beneath the shoulds is a thrumming, ecstatic atomic swirl, unseen and omnipresent, inescapable and holy—a divine blurring of being, a realm of charge and energy— most of it empty space. Sometimes, I remember this. Perhaps walking in the woods or standing in the midst of a city’s…
What we see is not the most important. Could dust rise without the invisible hand of the wind? Could a fan turn without any current? Could lungs breathe without breath? Tell me What is the shape of Love? How much does Joy weigh when hold in the palm of your hand? Can you catch the…
Among deep mountains the heart’s moon shines pure and I see within that mirror the whole world enlightened Saigyō, translated from Japanese by Meredith McKinney This is a Tanka poem by Japanese hermit Saigyō Hōshi who lived in the 12th Century. Saigyō is very widely known and much loved for his poetry of renunciation…
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…
I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; the one who remains silent while I talk, the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate, the one who takes a walk when I am…
Who turns this into that? Sound into noise? Aroma into odor? Taste into pleasure or disgust? Who turns yes into no? Grace into disgrace? Who turns the present into the past? Who turns the now into the not-now? As-it-is into as-it-should-be? Silence into restlessness? Stillness into boredom? The ordinary into the menial? Who turns pain…