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I’m fine…well I’m basically OK
It’s been a weekend of wild weather, over here in Ireland. A sense of foreboding started early in the week with headlines declaring a storm so big that the whole country would be on Red Alert. I’d like to say that I was cool as a cucumber with all my mindfulness and stuff. And mostly,…
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The middle way
I wish I could say it’s a generational thing, but my son expressing anxiety and stress due to his lack of knowing what the next few years look like is unsettlingly familiar. He’s been feeling discouraged and disillusioned with the university experience and is looking to apply to an exchange programme as a means of…
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Home is where the heart is
Whenever I think of the phrase ‘home is where the heart is’, I see a handstitched needlepoint in a wooden frame hanging on a wall in my grandmother’s house. The word ‘home’, almost like a beating heart, yearningly calling us all in for some of her warm, soft love. Perhaps, this is what Maya Angelou…
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My Silent Place
I remember the first time that I read Wendell Berry’s poem “How to be a Poet”. Now, I am not a poet, at all. However, I do love poetry and words that remind me what it means to be human. That is exactly what, I feel, this poem does. It reminds me what it means…
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The Evolution of Hope
It’s been over a year since I have delivered a meditation session for the Sanctuary community. I had to step back as my husband became acutely unwell. And tragically, after seven months of struggle he passed away at the age of 53. When my husband, Graeme, first became sick, his doctors told me that they…
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My Silent Place 