A Dharma Glimpse by Frankie Bamboo wind chime-she even forgetsher own child’s death. Mitsu Suzuki – A White Tea Bowl Soon I’ll forget that my son is a murdererSoon I’ll forget that I have a son. Nigel Havers/Andrew Wilding in Midsomer Murders Last week my aunt was diagnosed as being in the early stages of […]
A Dharma Glimpse by Khemashalini I’ve had yet another busy week mostly of my own making I might note and this Glimpse was triggered by my comments at practice on Saturday morning regarding brushing my hair. Why did I feel I needed to tell the world I’d done it? I’ve been trying to practice better
by Jenn I have been sitting here typing for ages. And I’ve deleted a lot of things. I guess I am feeling a bit self critical tonight, and also sad and angry. I’ve been feeling worried that will be obvious in my writing so I keep deleting it as a way of staying private. Or
Dharma Glimpse by Mat Osmond I’ve left it late to write this week’s dharma glimpse partly because I’m still wondering what to say about it. I’ve been wondering all week what to say about it in fact. Years ago now I watched a snail, and realised something as I watched them that’s never really gone
Dharma Glimpse by Dayamay Dunsby As I sat in the garden at work this morning, getting some November sunshine and some fresh air, a redbreasted robin fluttered down into the bush in front of me. It could obviously see me and chirped boldly in my direction, as if asking me a question. Head tilted slightly
Dharma Glimpse by Jenn Ashworth I am only really just getting to grips with what a glimpse is. A question surfaces for me, which is ‘so what?’ If I glimpse some greater truth or wisdom or I learn something, does it matter if I am not altered by it in some way? What hides underneath
Dharma Glimpse by Dayamay Dunsby This time of year can really be a bit of a struggle for me. My psychological baggage relating to childhood and early manhood, wounded and exiled parts exerting their influence and dominating my thinking, and the impact of the dreary weather and shorter days with less sunlight. It is a
By Izzy I’m back from a weekend away staying with my brother in Bristol. It was non-stop from the moment I walked through the door, briefly meeting housemates and then straight out, setting off on a walking tour of the city. I was led along pavements, through residential streets, along bustling high streets and around
Dharma Glimpse by Dayamay Dunsby As I set out for a walk in the rain during a period of covid convalescence the other day, I realised that I was too cold without my hat. I had already walked about 100 yards but turned back and trapsed upstairs to find a suitable covering to protect my
As I sat alone the other evening after I heard that my cousin had passed away, I reflected on friendship, how we all rely to a certain extent on others. Some is through what we have now, and some what we had in our past. With me I tend to get confused to a certain extent with the two. Let me explain.
