Archive for August 2014

nickelback, quantum physics and true intimacy

August 27, 2014

It would always begin with wild excitement. I would read his dating profile and think Wow! He’s taken the time to state that he is categorically not a Nickleback fan. Its like he can see into my soul. And then I would spend the bus ride home after our first date, coming up with all the […]

bright and shiny newness

August 24, 2014

On Friday I took the backroads home from my favourite cafe and got spectacularly lost. Which is how I ended up on this country lane – the trees lilting in the wind like awkward teenagers at a school dance. I was overwhelmed with a sense of immense rightness – I was exactly where I needed to […]

the last post: on secrets and visibility

August 19, 2014

We humans have a long tradition of sitting in circles around fires and speaking our truth. Sometimes this involves a Talking Stick (the concept of which I find – possibly inappropriately – hilarious). The person holding the stick tells their story and everyone else listens as non-judgemental compassionate witnesses: the loving silence is punctuated with nods and […]

black coffee with a dash of enlightenment, to go

August 12, 2014

I’ve discovered a fantastic cafe: The Boathouse looks out over the Thames, plus they make a cracking zuchinni cake. Its fast becoming my favourite spot to write. Last Friday it was also the site of an existential moment. And perhaps its my line of work, but I seem to have a disproportionate amount of such […]

troubled?

August 05, 2014

There is a poem by Hafiz that opens with the line: ‘Troubled? Then stay with me, for I am not.’ I first heard those words a couple of years ago, and it sounded so freakin’ good. To be trouble free? Hell yes! I’ll spend hundreds of hours probing every crappy thought, feeling every feeling: I’ll meditate […]