Mini Mindfulness Teachers

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“How do you make the sky, Mummy?”  It was a glimpse into the beautiful world that my four year old Little Niece D lives in.  It’s a world full of wonder, with little expectation and plenty of interest.  Two year old Little Niece P sings herself to sleep.  “Wind the bobbin up.  Pull, pull, clap, clap, clap.  Hooray!”  She’s not being pulled into the past, ruminating about her day, or pushed into the future, worrying about tomorrow.  At 8.30 every morning, I hear two young boys whoop with delight as they scoot down the hill to school.  Their joy is infectious.  It reminds me to start each new day with a smile. Read More

Hidden Gifts

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A seat belt digs into my shoulder.  The wheels of my chair are clamped to the ambulance floor.  I rub my eyes against the glaring blue light.  I yawn.  Even the kitties had sleepy faces this morning.  My tummy rumbles.  My breakfast is in my rucksack, out of reach.  We left two hours ago.  Where are we?  I’m going to be late.  I need to get to my appointment.  Where have the hospital drivers gone?  Are they lost again?  I try to peer out of the window.  It’s grey.  It’s gloomy.  We’re in the middle of a housing estate, goodness knows where.  And then I see it.  TIVENDALE.  It’s the block of flats named after my Great-Grandfather, Thomas Tivendale, Mayor of Hornsey 1951-2.  I’m home.  I’m present.  I’m where I’m supposed to be.  I’ve uncovered a little gift and I cannot help but smile.Read More