What do we see with our ears?

Group of alpacas who each have ears facing in a different direction

Yes. You did read that correctly. What we notice isn’t just a matter of sifting through what falls on our retina. Watch animals, or even people, for a short while, and you start to observe this in action. Because our senses are far more integrated than we give them credit for. Yes. We are fearfully … Read more

An invitation to see differently

ripples on blue water

What we think we see, isn’t what we see… Merely what we think we’re seeing, conditioned by what we’ve seen before. MORE THAN LOOKING … oh please Let’s not limit what we see; our senses aren’t restricted by how we think we observe. … try it, with your eyes closed We are whole human beings, … Read more

Pausing to sense the beauty

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When did you last feel beauty? I suspect the beauty industry has hijacked us to consider beauty predominantly in its physical attributes. It is only what we see. Yet this is such a narrow measure. And we are poorer as a result. Pause before the natural world, the inner quality of a person you know, … Read more

Lines for autumn

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I’ve been waiting to share these delightful few lines from Gideon Heugh for a while. And now is the time. Enjoy the smile. LINES FOR AUTUMN Leaves make their golden turnunhurried,then in cooler airwaltz to the damp groundand in sweet-scented crowdmake happinessfor wellington boots. + Gideon Heugh, from Devastating Beauty, 2018

Beyond our mind – knowing with all our senses

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Looking at the gorse flowers, can you smell their pungent coconut scent? Can you feel the damp mist on your hair and face? And what about the sound of the distant brook? Are you smiling? What does it remind you of? And where does it take you in your imagination? I wonder, what do you … Read more

Cultivating our capacity for exploration

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Yesterday, in my post On exploring our unique resonance, I may have been a little too cryptic… The resonant note in the tunnel was the B below middle C. Yes, it was B, and I chuckled at the joke… To be requires yielding to a stillness deep inside. It’s the resting place before the doing … Read more