Thisness…

Sitting quietly

in my car

Drinking coffee

Cars hiss in the distance

Nothing to be done

Up at 6.30am. Dark, quiet, still and minus two degrees. I practically meditate on my thirty minute drive to work. The road is mostly quiet but for the occasional car, lorry or tractor. I stop for a takeaway coffee ten minutes in.

The country road winds gently and the drive takes on a rhythmical flow.

I love this part of the day.

Complete peace.

We’re always looking for diamonds in the mud. But the mud itself is pretty interesting. That’s what Zen is about. The mud.

Mel Weitsman

We’re always looking for diamonds in the mud. But the mud itself is pretty interesting. That’s what Zen is about. The mud.

Mel Weitsman

We’re always looking for diamonds in the mud. But the mud itself is pretty interesting. That’s what Zen is about. The mud.

Mel Weitsman

Whatever path was taken it led directly here from here.

Whatever path was taken it led directly here from here.

Whatever path was taken it led directly here from here.

There are no other lives that any of us could be living.

There are no other lives that any of us could be living.

There are no other lives that any of us could be living.

We wake up in our own way, in our own time, to our own life.

We wake up in our own way, in our own time, to our own life.

We wake up in our own way, in our own time, to our own life.

I can never know what I am. I can only be what I am.

I can never know what I am. I can only be what I am.

I can never know what I am. I can only be what I am.

Trauma can wake us up just as well as any so-called spiritual practice.

Trauma can wake us up just as well as any so-called spiritual practice.

Trauma can wake us up just as well as any so-called spiritual practice.