• Mindfulness,  Uncategorized,  What is Therapy

    The well trodden paths of the mind.

    She hands me an old A5 notebook. Other than the yellowing of its pages, it’s surprisingly un-weathered by time.   She is smirking at me as if there is something hidden somewhere inside it. I page through it, taking a while to recognise myself in the handwriting. A page is dated Wednesday, 15th May 1997; notes from a lecture at Wits University on Buddhism. This was probably my first real introduction to Buddhist thought. I can recall the feeling of “this is making sense to me”; of thoughts I had already had finding a home in what the lecturer, Rob Nairn, was saying. Not too many pages later and I find…

  • Addiction

    I meet myself in a Labyrinth

    Enter the labyrinth. The crunch of stones beneath my feet. The chime of wind in the trees. A canvas, calling me away from my own neurotic tale. Stories upon stories turning their pages through the stillness of the morning. I turn, only to meet myself again. A young man on a padded matt, tying knots in himself, anxious to become rather than to be. If only he had met Rumi back then__ “Out beyond ideas of wrondoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I‘ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” I turn, again, only to meet myself.…