‘People say that what we are all seeking is the meaning for life... I think what we’re really seeking is an experience of being alive’ - Joseph Campbell
“During these years I lived in a little wooden hut set apart from the main building with a beautiful sea view. Gradually I learnt how to make friends with my body and understand my pain.” …read more
“Being mindful is often described as a sense of ‘coming home.’ There is a feeling of completeness and being connected in a deeper way to yourself and the world around you.” …read more
There is no reason not to follow your heart
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart... Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens
Do all that you can, with all that you have, in the time that you have, in the place where you are
People say that what we are all seeking is the meaning for life...I think what we’re really seeking is an experience of being alive
The present is the only time that any of us have to be alive – to know anything – to perceive, to learn, to act, to change, to heal.
We are all fatally flawed and that is completely OK
Open your heart to who you are right now not who you would like to be.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination’
So I sit on a rock, In a bamboo garden, See the sky and feel the earth, Breathe the air right here, Then I see, Clear and bright within, Love so tranquil.
To sit and wait is as important as to move, Patience is as valuable as industry.
What if this one person mattered, not just for what she can do in the world, but because she is part of the world?
Happiness is not another place but this place...not for another hour but for this hour’
‘‘Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy?’’ I said. ‘‘Because it’s a nice day’’ said Pooh.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
It may be when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work.’
In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to knew eyes
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face into mine.
When despair for the world grows in me...I come into the peace of wild things, who do not tax their lives with forethought
In every direction, home.