The place where miracles happen

“Let’s play a game, let’s make it a bit unusual!” My last mindfulness lesson started like this. You can easily imagine the looks on our faces, we – those poor souls attending a mindfulness class in the evening after a tough day of a tough week, hoping to taste some peace of mind while quietly meditating, breathing in and breathing out. Some of us smiled, I definitely did. Some of us tightened a bit, I did that too. Some others raised their eyebrows with surprise sparkled with some preoccupation, I bet a did that as well. “It’s  going to be…

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Running, mindfulness and life lessons

I love running. It’s a passion I stumbled upon when I was a child, almost casually, by mindlessly following some schoolmates of mine, the way you do it when you’re 9 years old and, even though you still haven’t figured it out consciously, all you want is to feel like you’re part of a team. I wound up taking it way more seriously than the friends I followed there – the way I always do – so I quickly moved to the competitive level, entered the track and field team and stayed there for 5 or 6 years. Those running…

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Maybe just the touch of a hand…

I’m feeling feverish. My throat is probably going to explode in few minutes and it’s been raining for 3 days in a row so far; the spring-like days that have been deceiving us during the last weeks abdicated to a gloomy and autumnal weather. I’m feeling cold, my eyes are shiny and my head hurts a little. I’d definitely better go home and have some sleep. But I’m in my office instead, just back from lunch break in the canteen. But if I stop and feel what my guts are actually telling me, I really have no reason to run…

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Distraction

Today I’d like to do share with you a poem I’ve loved very much since the first time I read it, few days ago. I don’t want to spend any more words explaining it or the meaning it has for me, I just hope it could give you the same peace it gives me every time I read it. Enjoy…   Distraction by Wislawa Szymborska I misbehaved in the cosmos yesterday. I lived around the clock without questions, without surprise. I performed daily tasks as if only that were required. Inhale, exhale, right foot, left, obligations, not a thought beyond getting…

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On a May Day – Part 2

Continued from On a May Day – Part 1 My first thought as soon as my therapist names my emotional side is “Am I really able to feel it, my emotional side? Do I even know what she’s talking about?” I’ve trained myself for decades to be as rational as I could. I managed to succeed at it hands down. I basically got a PhD in Applied Rationality. But how about emotivity? I feel like an innocent – and even a little dumb – child, when I hear myself saying “I’m not really sure if I know what you mean by…

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