Meditation and Senses


Wandering around at lunchtime thinking about meditation I remembered a graphic which said, “don’t try and calm your mind, instead listen and feel your breathing”. Or words to that effect. So was I was wandering I thought I’d try being “in the now”, and think of the 4 senses I have that can appreciate the walk. Taste at this point in time doesn’t count.

So I wandered along, thinking sight, looking at the shapes and the colours. Thinking sound, hearing the birds and the cars and the leaves underfoot. Thinking smell, and breathing in the fresh air. Thinking touch, feeling the cool air around my fingers, the uneven surface of the ground, the wind and spots of rain on my face.

Then I’d go around again through the senses. Trying to be in the now. Seems to work a little but still get distracted by things. By thoughts.


Lost Souls


I was intrigued that they mentioned that people go to this Temple at Burning Man as perhaps a way to heal spiritually as there’s a loss of faith in modern life. At least that’s the way I heard it in the dialog. I think people have to have a belief in something. Faith in a God, in a religion, in who they are, in a ham sandwich. It doesn’t really matter what you believe in. A lack of belief perhaps signifies a lost soul. A loss of who you are. Sad.



A brilliant article on meditation by Blon Lee on Tiny Buddha.



Following on from the killing of the flies blog, I was walking through an oak tree wooded area today, enjoying the crunch of acorns underfoot and thinking, is an acorn alive?
Ignoring the video that seems to blur the lines between life and death, the oak tree, that’s preparing for winter by shedding its leaves and sowing its seed about, is alive.  Come spring, new leaves will grow. I know that in a few months time, the acorn will sprout roots and a shoot on which leaves will grow and it will seem alive. But lying on the ground. Crunching underfoot. Of the ones that don’t crunch, what of them?
I suppose it’s a little like sperm and eggs in us humans. At what point do we state that there is life. Does the egg do anything? Is it alive? The sperm moves. Is that in a clockwork stylie? Is it alive?
Does it matter?

The Road Less Travelled


“Why do you take the road less travelled?”

“Because it’s the unknown. It’s adventure. It’s challenge. And what of you?”

“I take it because it’s quiet. It’s solitude. It’s peace.”



An interesting read on Buzzfeed I read via Flipboard on things one worries about.
I was especially interested in no.4.
Not having reached all the goals you set yourself as a teenager.
Setting yourself high goals can make you feel unhappy if you don’t reach them.
In her book Generation Me (Atria Books, 2014), Jean Twenge, a Psychology professor from San Diego State University, explains that people who set themselves high goals feel significantly less happy than their peers when they don’t achieve them. “It’s the natural, if unintended, backfiring of a childhood filled with messages like, You can be anything you want to be!”.
According to a paper published in Social Psychological and Personality Science in 2015, “With expectations so high, less happiness in adulthood may be the inevitable result.”
Another paper published in the British Medical Journal in 2006 suggests that Denmark is the happiest nation because Danes have the lowest expectations.

I should have been a Dane. 🙂

Loving an introvert


A lovely article about how to love an introvert. Could an extrovert be bothered? 🙂

Victoria Wood. 1953-2016


I’m not a fan of watching the news. It’s all negative and depressing but the sad part of this is I miss out on news that, while sad, I would still want to know.
Rest in Peace, Victoria Wood. You are my hero.



Peace is at the top of my list now.



A friend asked me what my Passion was. After no time at all this is what I came up with. I really didn’t have to think. Something that allows me to touch my emotions.

1. YOU
3. PEACE. Stopping and smelling the roses. Being in the moment. Feeling the now enter my being. My soul. Sssssh.
4. MUSIC. A well crafted song that brings tears of sadness or a feeling of power. That someone could create something so strong and beautiful as to reach into my heart.
5. COMEDY. A well written joke that I had no idea where the punch line
came from that leaves me no choice to laugh aloud. The proverbial pie
in the face routine.