Friday, September 17, 2021

MaW session 31st August 2021



This was the last session of this course and Adrienne introduced her Loving Kindness practice by quoting Albert Einstein:

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

 Bev introduced the writing session with  ~ “Brine” by Kenneth Steven

this sea that’s still inside us


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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

(untitled)
by Doreen Kelly

This sea that's still inside, calm now under the red sky of a delightful, mindful, creative evening tide must be heeded and respected when it rumbles and crashes under the warning of the ros y morning sky. A day that starts unsettled will take some settling. Stomach churns and refuses breakfast preferring instead the quick sugar-rush of chocolate. After all its fight or flight time. How can my brain work and work appropriately in these conditions?

This sea that is within me ....
by Cath Hopkins

This sea that is within me ....
Washes away the storms and sorrow of yesterday. 
It eases the heartache that is held within my broken heart.
It pours into my limbs, that lay still and heavy,
with the weight of grief and goodbyes.
It holds me away from the edge of darkness.
And I will not slip below the surface,
For it is saves me from drowning
as it slips between my dreams
And brings me hope of redemption
As I walk across the landscape of my life.



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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Catrice: How beautiful!!!!
Joyce: wonderful thank you Adrienne xx
Kay: beautiful   thankyou Adrienne  kx
Candyce: That was lovely.
Catrice: Thank you, Adrienne
Adrienne: ❤️
Bev: this sea that’s still inside us
Giovanna: Catrice - "a collection of found sea memories on a sill “it remembers the sea that is still inside us” lovely lovely lovely
Britt: I loved that line too...
Catrice: πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–Giovanna
Catrice: Thank you everyone. 😊
Candyce: I loved the evocative beginning, Catrice
Joyce: amazing
Britt: I'm so glad you read that, G. x
Catrice: So beautiful.  It transports!!!
Catrice: Oh wow 🀩! Would love to hear that.
Giovanna: Thank you Britt 🌊
Giovanna: This is the link for anyone who’s interested:
Giovanna: Cath - “it pours into our limbs which lay still due to the weight of grief and goodbyes”
Giovanna: Doreen - i loved all the different avenues you took there, I’d love to read it
Giovanna: Sally - “never still, but still inside us”
Doreen: Giovanna - I am not sure what you are asking with this "I’d love to read it"?
Giovanna: Kay - “clothes spread across the bed like someone dead” “hard-boiling myself so if I crack my yolk won’t run”
Giovanna: Doreen - I just meant I’d love to read it if you’re willing, either on the blog or to me or not at all if you don’t fancy it!
Giovanna: Candyce - “our pushing give in at the water at our depth”
Doreen: Here's my poem because I was hard to hear:- This sea that's still inside, calm now under the red sky of a delightful, mindful, creative eveningtide. Must be heeded and respected when it rumbles and crashes under the warning of the rosey morning sky. A day that starts unsettled will take some settling. Stomach churns and refuses breakfast preferring instead the quick sugar-rush of chocolate. After all its fight or flight time. How can my brain work and work appropriately in these conditions?
Giovanna: Caroline - just so gorgeous, I felt like I was there with you
Britt: I feel like I've been given a childhood in Arbroath.
Giovanna: Doreen - thank you so much. I love the little leaps from sea to sky to breakfast to chocolate to brain
Giovanna: Caroline - beautiful words, thank you
Giovanna: Britt - “we forget os we dig, we reach down deep” “we listen silent in caves of us” “this is where truth resides, this stuff of us”
Giovanna: Joyce - “we carry the water, moon pulling our sea, healing all our souls”
Giovanna: I can’t thank you enough Bev and Adrienne, this is a very special space indeed πŸ₯°
Britt: Agreed! It's amazing to listen and witness and learn from you all, to be in community here. Thank you, all.
Kay: thankyou thankyou thankyou   kx
karen Forbes: Unforgettable evenings of friendship , magical words, special beyond words. Thankyou for these wonderful Tuesday sessions. Big hugs all round.xx
Giovanna: i’d love to stay in touch, if anyone’s interested you can find me on facebook at “Giovanna MacKenna” and on twitter/instagram @giovamacpoet. Hoping to see you all in the future, this has been gorgeous ❤️
Nichole: Thanks so much everyone. Namaste. πŸ™πŸ»
Catrice: Thank you, everyone! πŸ’š
Candyce: Thank you.  I do need to go!  I hope I can do the next one and see all of you again.
Doreen: Night night everyone.
Bonbon: Thank you for the beautiful and powerful words from all who shared. I have loved every session and meeting you all. With love , until the next time Yxxx
Jan: Thanks all...you generous souls. I was a sceptic but have got so much out of the sessions. Bev and Adrienne complement each other very well and I enjoy both parts of each session.  I feel more centred afterwards.  There has been a positive impact on my writing too...though I still can't write very quickly and am in awe of the generous women who share their amazing pieces with everyone.
Thanks to you and Adrienne.



Monday, August 30, 2021

MaW session 24th August 2021



 



































The sun stole a few of our writers away today leaving us with a smaller, cosier group.
Adrienne introduced her "Noticing the content of the undercurrent" practice with a  poem "Well of Grief" by David Whyte 
Bev took a writing prompt from the poem "Shore Leave" by Charles Causley:
 
but I hasten away

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

INVISIBLE
by Karen Ewing

Our telephone rings, but I choose not to answer
Knowing you will reach for it before the third ring,
I know the news already.

The chaotic dialogue of Orderly, Manager
And an anguished son, estranged by mile upon mile of motorway.

Against the invisible background she weeps.
A tax payer all her life,
Never a burden,
Reduced to this.
Entombed in a failing hospital bed,
More dishonest than her failing eyesight.

Why now? Why me?
I’m ninety-three for Heaven’s sake.
Deep within this noisy, post pandemic ridden ward
With its odourless food,
The one sense she can never recover is her sight.

I close the door on their conversation 
Riddled with anger and disappointment and fear.
“Capacity - we have no capacity today, Sir
No capacity to discharge your mother home today.”
Another day we will never recover.

And still she weeps silently into our telephone.


Shore Leave
by Doreen Kelly

I have been chosen for shore leave this evening. Oh what will the others think? In the depths of the darkness I cower not sure if I'm good enough. Am I strong enough? Am I good enough? Am I the correct size and shape to fit into our mosaic to join the wishy washy dance? But I hasten to do my bit as even shore leave needs all to do their bit. Away we hasten towards the rising moon, away from the unfaithful ocean toward the siren of the shore. Goal achieved, peace follows as shinge rolls, rearranges and forms anew. In that moment I looked up and observed a goddess at peace yet awesome. Statuesque in the moonlight. I tiptoe away hoping not to be the cause of her stirring. Please don't let the mirror shatter on my account.  



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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Kay: wonderful thanks kx
Giovanna: “before you glimpse beneath the surface of my skin and ask” I love this Cath
Catrice: “Memories like unstirred dirt”
Giovanna: ALL OF THAT KAY!!!
Catrice: “What scribble of my pen, would be worth the read” — so honest and poignant!
Catrice: “This shrug of ailing earth”
Giovanna: “touch the body, smooth cotton skin”
Kay: thankyou everyone   a wonderful session  kx

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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

MaW session 10th August 2021






















Today Adrienne introduced her senses practice with a poem "The Road" by Kenneth Steven.
Bev took a writing prompt from the poem The Way it Is by William Stafford:

there’s a thread you follow

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

Thread
by Bonbon

I wake up every single morning with a joy to be alive
I wander around MY world with my wonderfully happy dog, he’s just padding and bouncing beside me 
I engage with almost everyone in my path even just with a nod or a smile or an hour long conversation
I sometimes give - I sometimes receive
When I listen I hear so much pain, grief, sadness and tremendous confusion and turmoil
Strangers we are - yet we open up and reveal so much of ourselves
Just in one day , the thread of me is weaving in and around people I may never meet again
Our threads have criss-crossed but never tangle 
We’ve woven a beautiful fabric together, all shapes and sizes, but always large enough for us to take something away
In parting ways - I wander on - somehow my thread feels stronger


There is a thread to follow (to Sutherland)
 by Joyce Nicholson

The road north, north north and west,
landing in home, where I have never lived,
but deep down, in the thick threads of being, connecting ancient memory.
Here among the peat bogs and waterlied lochans
I find the start and end of my threads in this world,
Three billion years of geoshifting thrust beaches on top of mountains
and left the bones of lynx, polar and brown bears in limestone caves.
The majesties of Suilven, Canisp and Quinag sharply slope to gaping white wild beaches
where, just before jagged cliffs lie two heroes of ours holding us closely with their threads of peaceful praxis, ever alive. 


I'm following my heart
by Karen Ewing

I'm following my heart.
I've grown accustomed to the quiet stirrings of nature,
And birdsong,
And wildlife
Here, in my magical nature park.

I remain free to choose
Who I see,
Who I visit,
Who I invite to my new home.
I learn to care less about offending, more about the necessity of solace.

I am in control,
I am steering this ship which occasionally tries to throw me overboard.
I have no need for endless chitter chatter, and gossip, and white noise -
The whisper of my new life, my newfound self beckons.
It is enough.

And I relish the peace which comes from knowledge,
And writing,
And listening,
And breathing.
Solitary rules!

Although I have some need for company
Now it is measured, precious, timely
And when the clock pauses and the conversation stops,
I return to my other life -
My life of wild swans,
Leafy lanes and
Frothing streams.
The Mill where the reed beds churn, and fold, and float away upstream
Into the future.
My thread of new life,
Newly lived in the dawn of another day,
I am breathing in my future.


‘there’s a thread you follow’ (William Stafford)
by Britt Doughty-Godchaux

It pops out of something you’re wearing
the thread. Maybe it’s an old jumper or
a sock as you bend to pick something else up
off the floor. That thread is you. 
It is the you you forgot. It’s the you
you forgot when you were trying to figure
out who to be. 

You pick it free, and unfurling before you
is that person past. The one with
sharp corners, tactless responses, 
clearer vision. 

It’s like that jumper or sock from
where the thread emerged came itself
from a box in the attic with a
hinged lid pinned down with lifetimes of
dust. 

You are that treasure inside. 
You were waiting there for you to find you.
And now that you have, 

what will you do?

untitiled
by Doreen Kelly

There's a thread you follow that weaves through the different colours and textures of our homes. Following it as it runs through hopes and fears you flow through your life. A shaper stronger needle is used to guide a double strand out of the front door and into the community. The thread stubbornly binds together hatred and love, the needle stabs and tugs the double strand of cotton through grass and pavement, unthinkingly the artisan binds justice and injustice together.
You follow as the cotton cuts into your ever so sensitive hands, sharing the suffering you are not watching from a distance. 




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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Annan: I’m aware of how my body is more sensitive to others stress when I allow myself to open and be aware.
Annan: My protective self wants to engage when I hear of death and ambulances, and this is how I shut down in day to day life. How to be open and not take in others pain? Or is it ok to let the pain in and pass through me?
Catherine: sorry for being so late, didnt realise the time
Bev: there’s a thread you follow
Giovanna: Hi all, sorry I’m late. Can anyone tell me the prompt? thank you!
Amber: there’s a thread you follow
Giovanna: Thanks Amber
Giovanna: “the shark in me” I want to have that framed!
Amber: Thank you for sharing your experience Karen and Bev. Very current and useful for me to hear.
Britt: Karen, could you please write your poem out (whether this vision or the next or the next) as I think I might need to refer back to it in future. Thank you!
Giovanna: So glad I made the last hour, so many brilliant words here, thanks averyone
Amber: Really wonderful to hear from everyone who spoke this evening. Plenty of resonance on topics in my life and food for thought
Annan: Thanks everyone. Your words and honesty inspire me and call upon my higher self.
Karen: Such a powerful session. Thanks everyone, God Bless xx
Nichole: Thank you, take care everyone
Catrice: Thank you for this class.  Much appreciated.
Joyce: thankyou what nourishment
 
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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners


Monday, August 9, 2021

MaW session 3rd August 2021

 

Today's mindfulness practice was Loving Kindness and Adrienne introduced it with the poem "Kindness" by Naomi Shihab Nye.
 Bev introduced the writing sessions with  ~ "Revenant" by David Donnison

long gone though you are
or
your kindness is




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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:


Your Kindness is…
by Joyce Nicholson
 
Your kindness is a safe refuge
among violent recurrent storms and even calmer peaceful days,
your kindness is the lightest of loves, lip curling and nurturing holding,
your kindness is a solidarity to me and all beings, an equanimity of love,
kindness is the most powerful essence of hope and transformation.
Metta to all beings, regardless of the place you were born, where you travelled from to get ‘here’,
or what mother tongue was geid to you,
Metta to you regardless of the house you live in or the street you lie down in to sleep, the clothes you wear or the work you do, 
Metta to you regardless if you eat too many carbs, indulge in ‘the drink’ or inject crack and heroin into your arm or groin,
love and solidarity to all beings, transforming our hearts and minds, that is what your kindness is. 


inspired by David Donnison’s ‘Revenant’
by Kay Ritchie
 
In primary 1

I was the one who tied boys’ shoelaces, read The Secret Seven to the class.  Perhaps that was why Miss Haggart, renowned harridan, now long gone, showed patience when I wrote with the wrong hand, left instead of the right, wrote my letters back to front.

She didn’t rap my fingers with a ruler.  She didn’t tie my hand behind my back, although she terrified our mothers, terrorised the boys.

But looking back I realise that she was of that generation who’d lost fathers, brothers, lovers, to the war, were traumatised, numbed and often hard as rock.

So I consider her indulgence at my cack-handed copperplate a kindness, a sort of love & I appreciate.



On our anniversary
by Annan Paterson Hansen

Your kindness is
the thing my father 
read about before we
said our vows.

How could we imagine
that sweetness could
grow sour with days
of disappointment?

Now we lie together,
face to face.
I say “I’m sorry” and 
you say “I’m broken”.

Forgiving and healing
through these years
of love and pain,
we are transformed,

so that even if we 
head now towards 
the great unknown,
alone and afraid,

we hold hands
as companions of mystery.
The grateful understanding
of thirty eight years.


Long gone though you are
by Doreen Kelly

Long gone though you are, your assurance still lingers. As long as I breathe on this Earth your influence can never be banished. Your different view of the world and the questions you dared to voice opened my mind. The world may have been telling me that my differences were wrong, a problem and a source of shame that required to be hidden deeply away from society. You acknowledged it all and never questioned my experiences and interpretations. What you did question was whether THEY are, were and could be correct?
      Friends may have been hard to come by elsewhere but your ironclad assurance sent me back to my everyday world stronger and more resilient. In these days of social media I learned that throughout these twenty odd years our loving kindnesses have seen us sitting on our immoveable rocks gazing towards each other throughout our late teens and young adulthood. We were separated by arguments and dogmas that we probably didn't fully know or understand. A brother's, mother's and sister's actions threw up walls that we had no technology to help us climb back then.


prompt: long gone that you are (David Donnison)
by Britt Doughty-Godchaux

Is it bizarre that I know you’re going 
long before you’ve gone? 
Is it bizarre to imagine your memories
even as we make them?
Can the present be bittersweet and missed
even as I sit steady in your gaze?

These are the things of flesh, of flesh
leaving as it holds souls near. 
These lips and hands will not stay
even if they are not parted. 

How do I hold you close knowing
the holding is foolish?
(Although it’s also all I can do.)

These koans of this lifetime
these thousand meals at this table
these moments caught or forgottenn
they are life. 

Until they are something else.
The things unknowable beyond. 



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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Joyce: thankyou xxx
Kay: such a lovely exercise   thankyou kx
Catrice: I feel so lucky to be part of this beautiful community. This series is part of my own personal self-care.  Thank you. πŸ’š
Susan: sending everyone everykindness
Adrienne: ❤️
Bev: long gone though you are or your kindness is
Bex: Thank you all for sharing your time tonight. I'm slipping away just now but look forward to seeing you next week xx
Giovanna: I completely agree with that CArth
Britt: I love that line 'companions of mystery'. Amazing.
Giovanna: “traumatised, and numb and often rock hard”
Britt: Agree. I know too many who are rock hard from their losses.
Giovanna: “your kindness is the lightest love”
Doreen: I loved the rhythm of that Helen
Britt: Agree, Doreen!! And it is so interesting that we keep dinosaur bones around and visit them and ignore death. I never thoughts about it.
Britt: Thanks for sharing that, Doreen...
Helen: Thanks Doreen,,,brave to share and great that you have reconnected
Helen: brilliant last line
Joyce: wonderful Kate thankyou xxx
Britt: I'd love to read that again.
Doreen: That was amazing, Amber
Helen: fabulous tribute, he sounds a very special person
Amber: that made my hair stand on end
Catrice: From my children’s laugh-loud lips — Love that line!
Helen: blown away
Doreen: That's why Giovanna makes us all jealous and question whether we should be allowed to use the same words.
Giovanna: Don’t do that Doreen, your words are so important
Giovanna: Wait until they all see your amazing book
Doreen: "Laugh loud mouths" amazing phrase
Annan: Got to run to my meeting  on the hour. Thank you all and blessings.
Giovanna: thanks Cath they sound great
Amber: Thank you for creating this wonderful space Adrienne and Bev.
Amber: Great to spend this time with you all
Kay: such wonderful generous words shared at these workshops    thankyou to everyone   kx
Britt: Thank you!! <3
Giovanna: HUge thanks again to everyone, and especially Bev and Adrienne xxx
Y: Thank you all. Tonight was so incredibly powerful. I feel so lucky to be a part of this group  Love to you all xxx
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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

MaW session of 27th July






































Today's mindfulness practice was a bodyscan and Adrienne introduced it with this poem:

Between
by Bev Schofield

What is the heartbeat without the silence 
between the thudding pump of our life organ? 
What is day if there is no night into which it can dawn? 
What is spring if there be no winter out of which to bud,
and what is winter’s respite without summer’s
punishing expectation of achievement?


Rest now, in the place that you thought was dark;
in the silence where you feared the heart 
would never beat again. Heal
in the spaces between your breaths. 
Embrace the exquisite stillness of that quiet 
till you care no more what’s to be done with the breath to come
nor what was said by the breath before.


Bev offered several writing prompts inspired by the poem "These Days" by Giovanna McKenna:

waiting
waiting quietly
moving silently invisible


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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

inspired by ‘These Days’ by Giovanna Mackenna
by Kay Ritche
 
like waiting for Godot
I topple off the edge of each day
burn up dead time
return with the night
to blackbird blues which
croon a crease into the boredom &
wait   a burstingness in my heart for
what will be

untitled
by Bex Woodsford

So just wait
      still silent sitting
Not twisting
       Not turning
Body breathing
        surrounded by space
Expanding to embrace
         the chance of a new possibility 
Not a race
          No striving
And new steps may emerge in the dance


Moving silently, invisible
by Candyce Reynolds
 

Walking the streets,
I am barely noticed
Or so it seems
 
My mind, which is still young and pert thinks..
I must move silently
Not heard, so not seen
 
The truth I know
is within me
It is
My body
It registers a void --
Invisible, Invisible
Grey hair transparent; my creases fold onto each other
Nothing there to respond to
 
I worry that my gaze will start to mimic theirs
That I’ll become more and more see-through,
Quieter, smaller
Eventually impossible to be seen or heard
 
I want to jump up and down, yell and push them
To be noticed
To be notable like I used to be
A head nod in passing
Perhaps a hello
That’s all I ask.
 
I want to remind them:
Grey is a color and creases have dimensions

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!

Amber: Hello, sorry that I'm late! Very happy to be here.
Catherine: I am sitting in a park with children so will keep audio and camera mainly of as on holiday
Kay: as always   wonderful thanks adrienne
Kay: lovely to see you catrice
Joyce: that was fabulous Adrienne thankyou xxx
Karen: Sorry I haven’t been able to participate properly- I’ll take the theme and write something later. Visitors still here…
Bev: No prob Karen
Catrice: Here listening today. Camera off.
Nichole: Lovely Bex
Catrice: Beautiful
Joyce Nicholson: I love I gap the mind
Giovanna: “that period when you are arriving somewhere but still elsewhere”
Annan: Yes!
Giovanna: “my creases fold on to each toher
Nichole: Wonderful Candice
Giovanna: each other” “I am not invisibel”
Candyce Reynolds: thanks
Giovanna: “where has the ground gone? / where is my next breath?”
Nichole: Thank you Giovanna, that was  so moving
Joyce Nicholson: amazing Giovanna thank you
Giovanna: thank you ❤️
Nichole: Beautiful and powerful Amber, thank you.
Giovanna: “I lived through the mess / the political unrest” “for friends on the edge of hope / and for those who’ve already chosen to leave us”
Bex Woodsford: So powerful
Giovanna: I loved that Amber, and maybe it’s my poet’s mind but it certainly felt like poetry to me. I’d love to read it again
Doreen Kelly: I agree
Giovanna: “golden fresh dampness / the joy of petals up-stretched” “intentfully making space”
Nichole: Thank you
Giovanna: Thank you Bev, Adrienne and everyone, I feel so lifted for being with you all tonight
Doreen Kelly: Thanks. Night night,
Kay: thankyou thankyou thankyou

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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners

Monday, July 26, 2021

MaW session 20th July 2021















Course 2 started with a remarkable session that brought all the reassurance and connectedness of the Mindfulness and Writing "room".

Adrienne introduced her Mindfulness with the Support of Breath practice with a poerelatively new piece by John O’Donohue: The invitation to friendship with Nature

Bev took a writing prompt from "The Journey" by David Whyte:


the one line already written inside you

or

you are not leaving, you are arriving 

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

by Kath Higgens

“…the one line already written inside you” David Whyte, The Journey

I have tasted a wedge of freedom
and now am ravenous for more.
What does it mean to come to the open page
as to the ocean –
full of swell
ready to carry me away?
What do the poets mean when they say
let the poem lead you, let new discoveries
surface from the seabed –
or no, not even from there –
maybe from the fluffy, swirling, whitish foam
whose flecks glance off the incoming wave –
something hanging in the air
that wants to emerge into being,
that you didn’t know was waiting there?
For this I give myself to the discipline of the page –
the quest to bring to the dazzling light
the one line already written inside me



by Doreen Kelly

The one line already written inside you is not about judgement. Not about right and wrong. And not about similar or different. Search for that one line while throwing away judgements. Unburden yourself of all unneeded past criticism. Shame has no place in this search for that golden first line. You are not meant to find the one line written gently inside your core as a leaving gift, as a revelation at the end of it all. 
No you are arriving and if you listen well enough that silken line will whisper out from within you as you arrive at the starting line. The trick then is not to be distracted by those trying to carve themselves on to you. By all means build on the solid foundation within you but do not allow those hammers and chisels anywhere near the one line already written inside you.


Inspired by David Whyte’s ‘The Journey’
by Kay Ritchie
 
there were no sharp edges to her voice
she took words into her mouth to warm
then Kay she’d say & it was the bonniest sound
which took the edge off guddled-up emotions &
still I find her lines
written on my heart
in perfect copperplate
encouragement   advice   support
but what I’d give just to hear her
say my name
one more time

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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!


Kay: thanks Adrienne   have missed your sessions  kx: really beautiful, thank you Catrice
Catrice: Thank you, everyone!  Very kind.
Janey: Absolutely beautiful Catrice. Really moved me
Catrice: So sorry Cath.  Sending you love from USA.
Nichole: so sorry you’re going through that, Cath. thank you for sharing your pain, beautiful words xx
Janey: Cath , thank you for sharing which I know must be painful
Joyce: sending love to you Cath xxx
Nichole: gorgeous Kay, thank you so much
Catrice: Remarkable Kay!!!!
Britt: 'a love lead life'....
Nichole: wonderful Joyce, in the beautiful dharma
Nichole: thank you Helen, so moving
Nichole: really powerful Doreen, thank you
Kath: thank you Nicole. Courageous.
Catrice: Might be buried, but it’s not dead. — Good line Nichole!
Nichole: Thank you :-)
Karen: thankyou so much for your lovely comments and for making me so welcome. x
Catrice: Masterful, Sally.  You master brevity and depth so well.
Janey: That was wonderful Sally
Joyce: sally you are amazing xxx
Catrice: “But yet there is Fatih in these boughs and branches”. — Lovely, Brit!
Catrice: *Britt
Nichole: Thank you so much, Britt. Such beautiful imagery. Gorgeous reminders of nature and life. Love x
Catrice: So vivid.
Nichole: Thank you xx
Karen: have a wonderful week
Catrice: Thank you.
Kay: thankyou bev and adrienne   wonderful to be back with everyone   x
Joyce: fabulous,  moving and inspiring  xxxx
Y: Thank you for such a beautiful evening. Ps. I love the evening session. I was awake lol xxx
Jan: Thanks everyone

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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners

Saturday, June 26, 2021

MaW session 19th June 2021
















A great again today - Adrienne introduced her Loving Kindness practice with a quote from Albert Einstein:

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

Bev took a writing prompt from the poem

LIFE IS THE POEM
by Kay Carmichael
          He continues quick and dull in his clear images; 
          I continue slow and sharp in my broken images. 
          ...
          He in a new confusion of his understanding; 
          I in a new understanding of my confusion.            Robert Graves

to try is a mistake
it is better
to wander through paths of uncertainty
to taste surreptitiously
to smell the faint perfume 
of unorthodoxy
to savour an error
time stretches and contracts
to meet our longings
not to wrap in plastic
the thoughts that conflict

new understanding of my confusion 


Kay shared a link with us:

Poetry and Settled Status for All - a Call for Submissions

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And now for some of 

YOUR WRITING:

‘New Confusion of My Understanding’

by Judith Boardman

I thought I understood, had it all clear in my mind – the past, the present, the future, a linear explanation. Persistently looking back at past mistakes, regrets, missed opportunities. Hoping that the future would be different, that what I had learnt would influence decisions and actions to come. I barely noticed the here and now, my breathing, my feet on this solid earth; hardly took heed of this precious moment. But now my understanding of has been shaken. As the snow globe fragments settle, I’m coming to realise that now is all that matters, all there really is. Time does not exist. Is this confusion? Am I throwing up into the air all that I felt sure of, everything that once seemed clear? No, not confusion, but a fresh clarity and perspective on what is important. Focus on now, it is the only reality we have. The dwelling on the past is what brings confusion, along with the anxiety of what is to come in these uncertain times. Be present, it’s enough.


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Thanks to you all ...

... for your heartening feedback as always!


Jules: It's sunny and breezy in west Wales..
Kay: can't believe this is the last    these meditations have given me so much strength these last few weeks   thankyou so much  kx
Jules: I'm sorry Einstein but . I cannot embrace the bluebottle that bombarded me all through that. The equivalent of a jet ski with wings bouncing off every surface...
Beccy: :D
Jules: Love it Beccy!
Hilaire _: That was profound Adrienne, thank you!
nicholevilleneuve: I have to leave early today, sorry I’ll miss the last of the writing. Thanks very much for the opportunity to be involved in the past 6 weeks of wonderful mindfulness and writing. Very best wishes to 
Bev: (prompt) new understanding of my confusion
Kath: Mark Nepo
clairebolger: I like the comparison of being able to live with uncertainty because we embrace uncertainty in the act of writing a poem. Thanks Kath.
Beccy: powerful and I could feel myself there
Beccy: great metaphor for life!
Kath: Wonderful, Beccy!
Kath: sharp-tongued/long grass - love it
Judith: I liked the 'go through the thorny bush not around it' - good advice
Jules: Wonderfully powerful Catrice..
Jules: Wow Calire!
Beccy: I love how it captures this big idea in just a few lines
Jules: remembering only what we need to say..
Beccy: love that - a good reminder that it is all a gift
Helen: thanku everyone for sharing this space and time.
Judith: Thank you for letting me share this time with you. I have been humbled and overwhelmed by your wonderful words.
Catrice: Thank you.
Louise: To Adrienne and Bev, and all here in our connected kindness  - thank you for these sessions. A calm inspiring wholeness amongst my whirlings.
Kay: thankyou bev Adrienne and everyone    hope to see you all again soon    kx
Kath: I have loved all your smiling faces and affirmations, making this such a safe space. Thanks to everyone of you!
Sheila: Thank you everyone this has gladdened my heart ❤️
Beccy: Thank you - I've grown fond of all your faces so quickly x
Angie: Thank you for a wonderful session. Have a wonderful weekend. xx
Fenella: for me, the mindfulness is an essential component as it frees the mind to do the unexpected, for good or not!
Helen: thanku to Bev and Adrienne for providing such a special safe plavce
Jules: Thankyou I hope to join in some more morning sessions. And would like to be able to connect with all the wonderful women here

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Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership via the Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund managed by Impact Funding Partners