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Monthly Archives: July 2013
“Mindfulness, also called wise attention, helps us see what we’re adding to our experiences, not only during meditation sessions but also elsewhere.”
As part of my last open university essay I studied Mindfulness. I have always had a love of Eastern philosophy and Tai chi, and so this appealed to me. It is a fact that we as human beings see things … Continue reading
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10th Angel day/A leanbh na páirte, A aingil a`lain.
10th Angel day. It sits on its shelf with a fairy and a snow globe, A teacup candle, and silver tinsel lines; Tiny beige and cream teddy, it`s little pink nose; It waited for a dimpled hand to take hold. … Continue reading
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“I am not fearless. I get scared plenty. But I have also learned how to channel that emotion to sharpen me.” Bear Grylls.
The end of June went off with a bang and everyone talking about the Rolling Stones at Glastonbury. I sat and watched it with a mobile conversation in one hand and my eyes firmly fixed on the youth that is … Continue reading
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“The English winter – ending in July, / To recommence in August.” Lord Byron.
“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: / Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. / I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, / Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.” Robert Herrick. It`s been over a … Continue reading
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