Month: January 2008

a buddhist carnival – 3rd edition, part 2

here is part 2 of the january buddhist carnival. you can find part one here. t he first two posts will be particularly interesting to people who are just starting to explore buddhism. samuel bryson talks about living in the now – the philosophy of happiness with a twist of zen at his blog total… Continue reading a buddhist carnival – 3rd edition, part 2

a gallery of compassion

you may remember that a little while ago, i participated in the compassion project put together by the three monks. we were all asked about presenting our unique thoughts, definitions and views of compassion. i wrote about compassion and social media. this group writing project has come to an end. i’d like to present to… Continue reading a gallery of compassion

wordless wednesday with a twist

some of you have already made the acquaintance of my wonderful friend tina. i’ve rarely met someone so full of fire, fun and creativity. tina is working on a book project. until about 10 years ago or so, tina couldn’t read. it’s not because she’s stupid. far from it. she just experiences the world a… Continue reading wordless wednesday with a twist

a buddhist carnival – 3rd edition, part 1

welcome, friends, to january’s edition of a buddhist carnival. like last time, i’ll divide it into two parts, just to make it a bit easier to read. let’s start with fellow therapist wayne c. allen, who talks about non-duality at the phoenix centre blog. non-duality … is about loosening one’s grip on “one note being”.… Continue reading a buddhist carnival – 3rd edition, part 1

leaving a therapist, finding a therapist

over at my “buddy blog” finding your marbles, there is a really good discussion about what happens in therapy. this post here talks about ending therapy. scott asked me to comment on a conundrum a commenter is experiencing. here’s the problem: i was sure i could go it alone but couldn’t face telling my therapist… Continue reading leaving a therapist, finding a therapist

frank paul: guilt, truth and reconciliation

there have been times when i’ve pointed out the sometimes not-so-stellar record of our police. this post here about the sad story of frank paul could be another one. frank paul was a first nations man who lived here in vancouver. “lived” not in the sense that most of us do; he didn’t have a… Continue reading frank paul: guilt, truth and reconciliation

the buck stops here! well, where exactly?

a few weeks ago, i had coffee with an ex-colleague of my husband’s, chris obst, who now has a successful practice as a management consultant and coach. we had a wonderful conversation; a busy man, he was still generous with his time, and truly interested in what i had to say. chris has a monthly… Continue reading the buck stops here! well, where exactly?

we

i just came across this poem i wrote last year while having lunch at a winery near kelowna with a stunning view overlooking slopes studded with grape-heavy vines and the sparkling, sparkling okanagan lake. once again it drives home the biggest learning i received last year: how deeply i am, and we all are, imbedded… Continue reading we