A brief thought for this evening

A brief thought for this evening

A brief thought for this evening

“We’re all just walking each other home.” – Ram Dass With all of the sadness and tragedy in the world, especially today, it is worth remembering that the most important thing we can do is to take care of one another in the best way we can. Be kind.  Be gentle.  Be honest.  Ask for help.  Give it freely.  Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable.  Hug people.  Send a note.  Smile.  Cry on each other’s shoulders if you need to. As hard as it can be, refuse to let hatred, violence and anger pull us further apart. We’re all in this

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Thoughts on imagination

Thoughts on imagination

For as long as I can remember, I have spent a large portion of my days living in my imagination.  Daydreaming.  Fantasizing.  Thinking.  Creating other worlds, people and scenarios.  In a sense, my imagination gave me a secret world in which, consciously or subconsciously, I was superior to others.  Privy to something they didn’t know or could not access.  Even during social occasions, I would often be fantasizing about someone or someplace else, smiling at the people around me and, perhaps, to them, appearing to engage in perfectly fine conversation, but never truly being there. Discovering the teachings of Eckhart

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Mindful spending

Mindful spending

So, I have thought about this over the past day or so, and the rules for my decreased spend month are, essentially, quite straightforward. I will only buy food that is absolutely necessary, using up what is in my cupboard first, and I will refrain from buying any new clothes, make-up and toiletries, unless I absolutely need to. This is not about utter deprivation, but it is about spending more mindfully. For that reason, I will not spend on new material goods, other than essentials, but I will use money (as wisely as possible) on travel and experiences that simply

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Bullying

Bullying

Anti-bullying week is coming up in November, and it is something which we dedicate a large amount of time and effort to in schools, not just during that week but all year round. I was thinking this evening how strange it is that we are so tough on bullying among children, yet we have so many schools, businesses and offices in which bullying is endemic and even accepted. My first experience of teaching was a stressful and extremely difficult one, due to the nature of the head teacher.  She would routinely humiliate staff and she piled on the pressure to

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Shoestring September

I only have time to write briefly, on the short train journey to work, but I wanted to pledge my promise to seriously curb my spending this month, sticking to only absolute needs and pre-organised events.  I should clarify further by saying that my focus is on cutting out the additional material objects and focusing more on experiences.  So £40 for a train journey to meet my friend for a weekend camping trip is allowed.  £11 on random food on the way home from work, when I already have food in the cupboard, is not. I will write more this

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Seasickness & tortilla chips

Seasickness & tortilla chips

One morning, during my recent holiday in New York, my mum and I got on the ferry to take a Hop-On, Hop-Off tour of the Hudson River.  Whilst I had felt fine beforehand, within a few minutes of being on the boat, I began to feel a bit nauseous.  I have never particularly suffered from seasickness, but the weather was rough, the motion strong and I began to struggle with the feelings of sickness.  I tried to breathe through it and focus on one thing, all of the usual strategies, but the feeling was intensifying and, by the time we

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The 1976 Paralympics: A Personal Story

The 1976 Paralympics: A Personal Story

In the summer of 1976, my grandfather, Edwin Ralph Hill-Jones, led the Jamaican national wheelchair basketball team to Toronto to take part in the fifth Paralympic Games—the first to be held in Canada. My grandmother, Dora, and my mother, Debbie, then thirteen, accompanied him. It was a rough-around-the-edges affair, held at a horse-racing track, with the athletes retiring to beer tents after the competitions, and a break-in, which involved the theft of the flags of four participating countries. It was also rife with controversy, due to Apartheid and the presence of the South African team. Despite this, it was an

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The wanderer returns.

The wanderer returns.

It’s been a while, I know.  My unfortunate, whimsical nature is difficult to deny and must accept some of the responsibility for my lack of posts… but also the happenings of life, work, and travels that have taken me away from my computer for a few months.  I have missed writing though, and am very much looking forward to catching up with my fellow bloggers (most of whom have surely been more committed lately than me!) Our family has been continuing to deal with the loss of my beloved grandparents and helping my mum to get back on her feet,

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Wolves in the Wilderness

Wolves in the Wilderness

Wolves in the Wilderness   Once there were wolves in the deep, feathered snow. In quiet, ancient valleys.   In the mountains of Mexico.   I dreamt about it long ago, of a house with a flaking door; of coffee and music and bare feet falling softly on a sunlit floor.   Now there are places neither of us goes, and reasons only he knows.   There are wolves in Montana, stalking meadows lush and green.   Tearing farm dogs limb from limb in night-time pastures pristine.   There are wolves that live only in our childhood memories.   Things

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Eudora

This is an old poem I wrote when my grandmother was beginning to deteriorate with early onset Alzheimer’s.  As it happens, and as life goes, my grandfather became suddenly ill not long after this with a severe brain tumour and passed away a year before my grandma.   This was my imagining life without her. It might seem a funny thing to say, but I’m glad it happened the way it did.  Whilst my grandma missed my grandad so much, I have a feeling he simply wouldn’t have coped without her.  She was a tender woman with an enormous reserve

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