dark and clabbered
this morning
even for a winter’s dawn
and the sky
set down
like grievin’



Hmm. . . I’m not crazy about that word anymore, it has become kitchy-katchy and a marketing ploy for some slick go-getters out to make a quick buck off the credulous.

Yet, it is important to me. No, mindfulness is not a cure-all ills, but it sure is helpful. I believe in self defense, most definitely, and mindfulness is a big part (I believe the first part) of that instruction manual that should come with us.

We can’t go into each and every home and make sure that no child, no parent is abusive or being abused. Not all abused persons leave their situation, nor are they able to. What can we do? Well, there is one plan that does work, that has the data to back that up. Mindfulness. Over-simply put, when we train a person to know their own mind, to understand how the brain works, we arm them with a stronghold.

When we practice mindfulness, incorporate it regularly, that becomes the habit of your brain — you take control of that brain. You are the designer of thought, speech and action and, often, you pass that on, by word or practical example. Mindfulness tends to encourage appreciation, ‘seeing’, compassion, acceptance, resilience and can lead to more skillful life choices.

For me, that moment of awakening, realizing how incredible, awesome, marvelous all living beings are, that was it. It was my way out of a mind prison (and later, a body prison – chronic pain). Realizing I had within me all that was necessary for my successful survival and that the ‘plan’ for my life was simply to know my mind and fully engage it in all its capabilities, that my life was up to me. Much you can’t control, much you can decide how to think about it.

Nothing outside of you makes your life better, nothing outside of you is your wisdom. We need others, we need to learn and appreciate the experience of others, but dependence upon that is not ok for us or them. You have resources. Your life is important, to live it as such is to regard all other life.

As always, thank you for spending your time here. Lilie



Some years ago, I wrote a poem saying that I would keep a gratitude life, rather than a gratitude journal. (If you journal – I’m not after you, I’m talking about what I found for me).

Thanksgiving 2014, brought that home to me. I sat at a table with friends and new acquaintances. Time to say what each was grateful for. I took the words of the Dalai Lama – I am grateful for human birth. I realized that is true for me. I am grateful for this human birth. And, in these moments, I knew I would remember this particular Thanksgiving for a lifetime.

Now, science is beginning to study gratitude. It’s not a bad thing. It is a great place to begin. Gratitude, and the awareness of it in response to good tidings and/or events, not a bad thing. The flip side is, we can focus on attaching gratitude to positive outcomes. When the outcomes aren’t so positive, when we face loss, disappointment, sorrow – our emotions dip with the events. So, we get the peak and valley effect. But, cultivating gratitude as an all-encompassing principle, leads to peace and contentment in one’s circumstances that becomes ever less dependent upon outward events/circumstances. We become more aware of the rhythms/seasons of life as they are, for all of us. More aware that there is nothing that we celebrate or suffer that isn’t common to all.

When we look back (as I have done) and compare, and say things like “2014” was a bad year, is that true? Or is it that every year before this one, is the year that it was – with all the rhythms, seasons, gains, losses, manifestations that living has to offer and that still, with whatever we call it – we are grateful for a wonderful, one-time human birth. We are here, it is now – and that is good. Thank you, Lilie



George Boole, nice bio on him on Amazon, do watch if you get the chance. My impression was: His Dad interested him in the world around him (putting that generically), he raised George ‘mindfully’ even though we didn’t have the word for that concept then (imagine that). Definitely, genes played a role in the intelligence of George, but so did being raised with a ‘free’ mind.

In later life, the narrator talks about the many trials George faced. Interestingly, though, I don’t believe George saw them as trials – it seems he saw them as ‘this is what we’re doing now’. He never gave up on his goals, didn’t think anything would hold him back, just kept going always taking what opportunity came and fully able to s-e-e it.

What better of freedom than to know your own mind and live it. Thanks for reading. Lilie