Tag: writing
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Take your time…
Last week was my final days of university before the summer break. We were scheduled to be on campus for three days; however, with the blockades and protests of the rising cost of fuel in Ireland, we were moved online. This meant that I was able to turn off my alarm and turn in for…
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Spring rituals…
It’s Easter Monday, as I write this, and I am just home from a wedding in the gorgeous countryside of Devon, England. This was the first time that I have been away from home at Easter time and I was curious as to how this would be. Easter is one of my favourite celebrations. My…
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In and around you…
This past weekend, I was in college learning various theoretical approaches to psychotherapy. More specifically, we were learning about the importance of embodiment and all about the benefits of slowing things down so that we might notice what is happening within our internal world. Now, I don’t want to skim over the worth of noticing…
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Lightly, my darling
Whenever things feels heavy in my life, like when I start to feel the walls caving in, I remember the words of Aldous Huxley: It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly…
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One wild and precious life
As I sit down to my 2026 desk, it’s hard not to notice the sentimental feelings of new beginnings that come with the new year. I know that these feels will slowly melt away into the ordered schedule of the daily, monthly, yearly routine. However, even if it’s for these first few words that I…
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Quietude
One of my favourite times of the day is the early morning in which I surrender into quietude, or what the Cambridge dictionary calls a state of calm and peacefulness. This is especially true during December as we approach the solstice. Usually at this time of year, I feel a pull between the noise of…
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The good, the bad and the ugly
I am not sure about you, but sometimes my social media feed becomes a space for either validating or challenging what it is that I need to hear in any given moment. It’s kind of like shaking one of those old magic 8 balls to see whether I should proceed with the current plan, love…
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Resting in the afterglow
Two weeks ago my brother arrived at the cabin, marking a period of action-packed visits. There have been sing a longs, fishing trips, long paddles, camping and plenty of connection time with family and dear friends. Today is the day that the last of the visitors take to the road, leaving behind my love- soaked…
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Turning the ship
My husband Graeme was a clever man. Both as an intellect and as a contemplative. While we both taught mindfulness, he used to claim that I was the ‘better’ mindfulness practitioner. In all reality, he was like an anchor for me. He had an uncanny way of putting things into perspective, whenever I became lost.…
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Lost and found
For quite some time now, I have been inspired by a beautiful poem written by David Wagoner called “Lost”. This past week I discovered that Wagoner based his poem on a traditional teaching given by Indigenous elders in the Pacific Northwest (U.S.A.). The story goes that a child asks an elder what to do if…
My Silent Place 