Begin at the Beginning
My earliest memory has been grafted on to my mind like a branch on to a tree. There is no way I could remember my first moments of life, nor the day, thirteen days later when I was adopted.
Category Archives: Head | Mindfulness
What I Know
I know life is shorter than you think and every moment counts.
I know being in love makes the world a much kinder place.
Three Years Gone
Today, on the third anniversary of my husband’s suicide, I hold on to the thought that I can remain perfectly unaffected by all expressions of lack of love (or fear, grief, anger, guilt, regret) and hold on to peace.
Fill Me Up : a feminine perspective on spiritual practice
It is no secret that I struggle to meditate. I’ve tried to establish a practice over and over again and still I don’t enjoy sitting and emptying my mind. It doesn’t bring me any joy or clarity — it just bores or frustrates me.
Evolving into my Happy Self [Guest Post]
[Guest Post] My name is Célynne, and I am HAPPY! My life is exciting and fresh and there are so many possibilities in front of me.
The Worst Thing Imaginable
It’s that niggling worry at the back of your mind you don’t talk about. The nightmares you have about death and dying. You try to imagine what it will feel like if (when?) something really bad happens to you.
RUOK won’t always make a difference
I believe that we should always remind our family and friends how much we love them, but in the end, they make their own decisions.
A Day of Remembering
It is World Suicide Prevention Day today and I feel obliged to write something deep and insightful to make my husband’s death mean something.
Why God Shits Me
It was OK to lie about my transgressions and continue in the church, but once I admitted I enjoyed sex and refused to follow the path of repentance and future abstinence I was asked to leave — labelled as a ‘backslider’.
Short & (Bitter) Sweet
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver
How do you want to feel?
Sometimes when you achieve your goals — the man, the holiday, the house and the body — you discover that it’s not as satisfying as you hoped. So you move on the next thing … praying this time you’ll get what you need.
Questing and Resting
Doing or Being — which is the path to happiness (living a rich, full and meaningful life)? Can happiness be found in silence under the shade of a tree, or in rolling up our sleeves and interacting with the world?
My problem is I don’t have a problem
Gratitude – for each breath I take, for each dawn and each full moon, for each kiss and for each idea that catches me by surprise – that’s my religion and my purpose.