In a mindfulness class today, I discussed gratitude with a group of 16-19 year olds. We talked about how the more we start noting down the things we are grateful for, the more good things we start to notice happen to us. Is it because more good things are actually happening? No. The truth is, … Continue reading Growing Gratitude
I read the Bhagavad Gita for the first time this year after I encountered a woman in China. It was lunchtime in the central business district in Beijing, I was sitting in a restaurant waiting for my order. The waiter asked if another customer could share a table with me since it was busy and … Continue reading Conscious Encounters
What do you think of when you read the word 'meditate?' Sitting still, eyes closed, focus on the breath? It is this. But it doesn't have to be...
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The letter is still poised in my hand, wrapped around my metro card. Addressed with my name. A little brown envelope inviting my attention. I sense excitement and curiosity growing in my body the longer I stand here, gripping the train sway. I open it....
This morning, I felt bliss. A total state of peace, a lustful love for life. I found myself for the first time, truly in the present. Breathing for now. Tears filled my eyes, music flowed into my mind. The air was warm, the breeze was sweet. My heart encapsulated that moment. Gratitude etched my memory in creativity dispelled to my fingertips. My soul blinked open. Here are the 10 lessons from that moment.
There are some memories we allow to flood in. Birthdays, graduation, the first time you met your partner, special memories with special friends. But there are others which we push outside the ‘metaphorical room’ we build up in our minds. Closing the door, we put a chair up under the the handle, locking out the unpleasant experiences with a firm left-turn whilst trying to continue peacefully through life. But like the unwanted room service merely doing its duty, those are the very memories which will just keep knocking. And you, the rightful key holder haven’t got round to doing your laundry yet.