Suck at meditation? You may just be doing it right from Everybody Means Something

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So, while I am re-publishing posts about my struggles with meditation, how fortunate to stumble across this recent refreshingly honest piece by  in the Guardian. Below is a short extract: for the full post, see link

For me, successfully meditating has involved letting go of the need to do it well. So what if my mind flits from thumbprint cookies to lyrics by the Au Pairs?

Isuck at meditating. I’m one of those perennially distracted people who knows they need to meditate, has meditated in the past with some success and who knows they should meditate more, but who finds it so much easier to do things like dishes, laundry and exercising than to schedule time to do nothing.

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Where the stones whisper…

Reblogged from The Silent Eye:

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“They say the stones sleep. That they are old and forgotten… voiceless.

Is it so, little sister? Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons.

They were old when they were brought here. Older than memory. Older than time.

Their song never sleeps… it is we who live too fast…

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Wary #midnighthaiku

Balls that run away Slug-hunting hunter hunted Wary encounter

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The Disease of Being Busy-from ALK3R

Reblogged from ALK3R:

I saw a dear friend a few days ago. I stopped by to ask her how she was doing, how her family was. She looked up, voice lowered, and just whimpered: “I’m so busy… I am so busy… have so much going on.”

Almost immediately after, I ran into another friend and asked him how he was. Again, same tone, same response: “I’m just so busy… got so much to do.”

The tone was exacerbated, tired, even overwhelmed.

And it’s not just adults. When we moved to North Carolina about ten years ago, we were thrilled to be moving to a city with a great school system. We found a diverse neighborhood, filled with families. Everything felt good, felt right.

After we settled in, we went to one of the friendly neighbors, asking if their daughter and our daughter could get together and play. The mother, a really lovely person, reached for her phone and pulled out the calendar function. She scrolled… and scrolled… and scrolled. She finally said: “She has a 45-minute opening two and half weeks from now. The rest of the time it’s gymnastics, piano, and voice lessons. She’s just…. so busy.”

Horribly destructive habits start early, really early.

How did we end up living like this? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we do this to our children? When did we forget that we are human beings, not human doings?

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Across the River – #writephoto

Fantasy Raconteur

There was a path of stone crossing the Great River and disappearing in a thick mist. The boy was told to never set foot on it but this day, he couldn’t resist.

The water raging on either side, he slowly made his way through, keeping his balance. He figured it wouldn’t do him much harm if he fell into the River though. His elders had told him he was immortal, after all.

He got to the end of the path and saw a new world. Or was it always there? The mist disappeared, revealing a clearing where the grass was much brighter than in the boy’s homeland. The forests afar seemed to be alive, not pale and shadowy. The sky was azure, not dark. He heard the elders calling his name from the Spiritworld and wondered what would happen if ventured into this universe. He was taught that the outsiders were dangerous, that they despised the spirit folk. But what if…

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Thursday Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones – #writephoto


How coincidental that Sue’s photoprompt this week is over water!
Check it out here:

writephoto logophotoprompt July 21stStanding sentinel
Over the waters below,
Cascading above:
Tread lightly who pass,
One mis-step and you are lost,
This is not the path.

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Melting point – #WQWWC

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It was already hot, only dawn and I’m melting

The sun in the heavens is already pelting

I want to crawl into the fridge to keep cool

I am staying indoors, I am nobody’s fool.


But in that I am wrong, for I do have a duty…

My son is my boss though, in that there is beauty.

He will understand that I’m achy and hot

He is bound to be gentle with Mum, is he not?


He’s all bright and smiley, he likes the hot weather,

I’m wilting and limp, but I keep it together…

“Let’s garden today,” said my son and employer.

Is that in my contract…perhaps get a lawyer?


He feeds me with honey for energy levels

Then says something nice, he’s a sneaky young devil

He plies me with compliments, even says ‘please’…

Then I’m out with the rose bushes, spiders and bees.


Still, he came out and gardened and filled up the barrow

And sorted the feeder for starling and sparrow

He held up the trees while I tied them in place…

And went all brown and gold while I’m red in the face.


The joy of it was, we were both of us working,

Both getting the jobs done and neither was shirking,

Which, given his story, was quite an endeavour..

Which just goes to show, you can never say never.


garden flowers birds 149For WQWWC- ‘Hope’


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