thinking shifts

We cannot always control events, but we author the meaning assigned to them

I do not fix problems

I fix my thinking.

Then problems fix themselves.

Louise Hay

The real cause of problems is not life itself.

Its the commotion the mind makes about life that really cause problems

Michael A.Singer, The Untethered Soul

no matter how dark

No matter how dire the circumstances, we can have confidence in life’s flow and in our own deep seated goodness.

No matter how dark,

the hand always knows the way to the mouth. 

Saying of the Idoma ethnic group, Nigeria.

Making room to breathe

The first day of Lent and of Ramadan

Our culture accelerates. Deadlines, notifications, reputational anxiety, comparisons – all creating a sense of tightness. What would it mean to live one day this week unhurried?

There is a way to live that is spacious and unhurried,

a way that allows the heart to breathe

Wayne Muller, How, Then, Shall We Live? 

A gentle world

Maggie and I are doing our best. Our parents did their best. Everyone is doing their best.

What if we assumed that about each other?

What a gentle world it would be.

Elizabeth Lesser,  Marrow: A Love Story

The inner arrival of Spring

There is a latent potential hidden in the dark days of winter and of our lives – “new beginnings” awaiting, much like snowdrops pushing up through frozen ground.

May the dew of dreams
Fresh on the fields of night
Revive your courage
To take the first steps
Towards what you love.

May your mind stay clear
To sense the secret bounty
Waiting in the bleak
And brilliant moments of your life.

May your spirit risk
The slow excitement
Of a new beginning
That will take you home
To a place you have never known.

John O’Donohue, For the New Year


Living inside the mystery

To be human is to be a conversation between what we think we know and the great mystery that surrounds us.

We are not here to conquer that mystery, but to live inside it, to let it shape us, to let it ask its impossible questions of us.

David Whyte, Crossing the Unknown Sea: Work as a Pilgrimage of Identity