Category Archives: mindfulness

present, presence, precious, precise, precocious, perfect

cleaning up the mess with mindfulness

A delicious sunny Sunday morning of breakfast and snuggling with my lover. Then the weekly rituals of cleaning:  Accompanied by the ethereal electronic beats of British musician Imogen Heap, I scrubbed the tub, toilet bowl and sink, wiped down the ceiling and the toilet sides. When I was finished I went into the kitchen and realized…

an adoration

This week’s post is a favourite passage from Nancy Houston’s exquisite novel An Adoration, in which the character Fiona says: Mama claims that people can’t exist in and of themselves, they’re a patchwork of everything they’ve seen and done, their heads are teeming with the words and sentences they’ve heard and read over the years……

how to play attention*

self portrait in pei Act 1. first sounds first words: pick a direction, any direction you could have any man you want                                                      you have to struggle why can’t you just choose one thing and stick with it   Act 2. I need a drink a job a bag of chips a lover a second…

birds of compassion

                           As I let my heart open and close, open and close, I learn to take a risk, to let go of what I thought was true, to see things in a different way. I become the beginner again, the student again, the…

with gratitude for the dance

This morning I danced in my studio with the lights off. So much light enters through the windows and I am full of light inside. /// I remember dancing with my dad, stepping my little-girl feet onto his big-man toes and letting him lead me around the living room carpet. Then learning to dance on…

the paradox of loving myself

Sun in my eyes, the creek murmuring in the garden outside my studio. Many days, and nights of rain have assured its steady ebullient flow. I open the window slightly so I can hear it. Let the cool air visit the warm space. Then comes raven’s guttural cry; Jetplane’s echo overhead. A phone conversation with…

why i write about love

Whichever way we look into the nature of inquiry, we find that it has to be open. When you inquire into something, you are opening it up, you are revealing it. So the very nature of inquiry is a process of opening up; and what you open up are boundaries, limits, positions, beliefs—any stand you…

the lost art of presence

In response to a post on a LinkedIn group for storytelling organizations, I retrieved this story I had written about getting lost on my first day as a PhD student, as I was on my way to my first class in Performative Inquiry.  I have juxtaposed images from the last academic conference I attended in…

once upon a tree

Today they are cutting down some trees on the farm in order to build a new road. One of them was already dead, but the others were very much alive. Because I do not own the farm, I am not in control of what happens here. That fact, in and of itself, is a wonderful…