Tag Archives: navel gazing

I am here with you

Lately I’ve been practising metta meditation, and “I am here with you” has come to be one of my lovingkindness mantras: for myself, for people I love, for neutral acquaintances, for people I have difficulties with, for cats. Today I … Continue reading

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I stumbled out of bed, I got ready for the struggle (this is a post about posture)

There’s a person I work with who has good posture. Revision: there’s a person I work with who I think has good posture. Revision: there’s a person I work with whose posture I notice with approval. Let’s be honest, I’m … Continue reading

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The lost art of keeping my mouth shut

Introversion is dominant in my family. My mother was an extrovert and used to excel at filling the ample silences provided by the rest of us. When she died, I felt myself stepping into her role in that regard, even … Continue reading

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Crash

It’s been over seven months since I moved out of my house with minimal possessions (which for a bellydancer means an extensive spreadsheet documenting what is stored at the houses of which friends and family members), not knowing where I … Continue reading

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Strengths

I know I go on about it a lot, but participating in Niyc Pidgeon’s Upgrade Your Success programme last summer was a great thing for me and has had all kinds of follow-on effects. One fun thing we worked with … Continue reading

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There’s always an elephant in the room and sometimes it’s me

When I was 17 I left my parents’ home and went back to the town where I was born and moved in to a student hostel. One early day I was walking to class, and one of my fellow hostel-dwellers … Continue reading

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