There is a practice in the Mindfulness Association Level 3 Insight training called – Resting in the Midst. It is my most valuable practice. I have used it before, when travel plans have gone awry, when I have found myself stuck in situations that seem impossible to get out of, when I am overfull with…
I have spent this last week reflecting on how the current climate with the Coronavirus is making me feel, and ultimately, how I am responding to that. For me it began with some concern for the people who were at risk of dying of the virus. I know several people who suffer with their health…
This week I have been noticing how easily I am getting distracted. It’s not surprising; I work from home which can sometimes blur the boundary between work and the demands of housekeeping; just going to get myself a cup of tea can send me down a route which involves feeding the cat, walking the dog,…
“Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars”. Oscar Wilde When I wake up in the morning, I have a small window at the foot of my bed that looks out onto a steep wooded bank. Every morning the weather and the light create a wonderment for me –…
Hello everybody and welcome to this week’s blog. It’s my first blog post for the Mindfulness Association and as I type I can feel the tension between the head and the heart about where to start, and also a vibrant emergent energy that needs channelling if I am to make any sense at all! I…
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…
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…
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…
“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…