Chronic-stress

Chronic Stress

Over the past month of my holiday and especially my week of home retreat one of the things I have recognised is how susceptible I am to chronic stress. I noticed this at the weekend, where we had over 50 new students online for their first weekend of their Masters in Mindfulness with the University…

and-what-about-me?

…and what about Me?

This week has been a week of emotional extremes for me and I have watched myself surf and sink and resurface, at times mindfully aware, at times getting sucked into thinking, worrying, ruminating, celebrating – and the whole time I can honestly say I kept a mindful watch on myself as I navigated the highs…

deep-listening

Deep Listening

Mindfulness with support on sound has been my go-to practice these past couple of weeks. I admit to a preference here – I find it so soothing, and find myself using sound at times rather than breath to bring myself back to present awareness in my daily life when I find my mind has wandered…

Mindful Me

Mindful Me

Who Are You? Ah there you are I can see you Trying to hide amongst the pretence of a calm exterior This living puppet acting out a play of a life strings pulled this way and that making me dizzy with your mischief What stories have you today to torture me with? How many stories…

mindfulness-at-home

Mindfulness at Home

Last week was one of contrasts, worlds colliding, working my edge. Having completed my second year of the MSc Studies in Mindfulness I feel relief, surprise that I managed to get this far, and celebration at the progress both in knowlede and practice. All of this tinged with a hint of sadness at finishing our…

A Bit Like a dream

A Bit Like a Dream

    Life at the moment feels a bit like a dream, with the days falling through me. I have been practicing a lot because we have been facilitating the MSc year end retreat. This is great, as Choden and Kristine are co-facilitating. This means that when I am not teaching myself I get to…

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,…

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…