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Beginner’s Mind

Posted by on Jul 16, 2014 in awareness, present moment, purpose, risk, seeing, spirituality | 0 comments

  In Zen Buddhism, Beginner’s Mind refers to “having an attitude of openness, eagerness, and lack of preconceptions when studying a subject, even when studying at an advanced level, just as a beginner in that subject would.” (Wikipedia) Children are a perfect example of living in Beginner’s Mind. They approach every new experience with curiosity and...

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Too Quiet To Think

Posted by on Jul 9, 2014 in awareness, creativity, meditation, paying attention, present moment, relaxation, spirituality | 3 comments

It’s too quiet to think! This is what so many of my clients tell me when I ask them to sit in stillness. They are uncomfortable. Fidgety. There is nothing to distract them from the silence. Even with all of the scattered thoughts running through their minds, it becomes too quiet to think. And this is exactly where I am hoping they get. Because...

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Learning to Fish

Posted by on Jun 19, 2013 in nature | 4 comments

  My father is visiting me in CA this week as part of our Father’s Day celebrating. This is the first time in my life that I’ve lived someplace further than 30 miles from him (not counting crazy summers in my 20’s), so this is a new experience for both of us. My dad loves museums and science, and he wants us to see things that I haven’t yet explored...

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Back to Basics

Posted by on Apr 3, 2013 in abundance, awareness | 2 comments

I’ve been home for just a couple of days and I’m still adjusting to being here. It’s like coming back from any vacation: I need to re-ground, re-group and remember what’s important and why I’m here. A part of me thinks I should rush back into things and focus on work. But my wiser self says to move slowly, to pay attention to my breath, to reconnect with...

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Seeing What Is Unseen

Posted by on Feb 6, 2013 in seeing | 8 comments

A thick layer of fog fills the folds in the hills behind me, like blankets rolled up to keep out the draft. Morro Rock is gone from my view, though I know it is standing somewhere behind the stretch of gray that rises higher than the Los Osos hills. Across the creek, the fog settles over the buildings on Ocean Avenue like the puffy white clouds you see out...

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