connection

Listening is a type of meditation, when we are listening to others we are in a practice of quieting the mind's chatter, normally the worst listeners are already thinking of something that they want to say and try to say it before the other person has finished, they are also very distracted by judgmental thoughts and feelings whilst talking and listening.
As the new school year begins, I can't help but think about the students that won't be rushing through the front gates, excited
As Theresa May repeatedly droned on about 'strong and stable leadership' during the UK's recent general election campaign, she was doing what all politicians and many business leaders are taught - pick a message and find every opportunity to repeat it. Even if people don't agree at first, at some unconscious level they will start to believe it.
Isn't it great when you make an unexpected, instant connection with someone? It might purely be based on physical attraction, it could be sharing a sudden smile with someone at a funny situation or you might hit it off with a stranger after exchanging only a few words.
This week is a time for us to reflect on our connections. If we can feel we are part of one large human family, we can truly make better choices, strive to support brands that work ethically and push "conventional" brands to work harder at improving their supply chains.
Yet, many of us are left in the immediate care of a male partner who, quite frankly, will have not a clue about what we have been through. Neither of us may be familiar with the intimate and relentlessness of caring for a tiny babe. We may be struggling to breastfeed. We may well be carrying physical and/or emotional wounds from labour.
Do you have this feeling that you are no longer motivated to participate in activities in your surrounding? Maybe your business also does not proceed. This could be because you're not at your right living place.
I was around 11 years old when I began to believe life would be easier for me and for everyone around me if I just - wasn't around. Heavy I know. I didn't have a clear idea of what "not being around" would look like, that came later. At that point, that thought was the fire I played with, the tip of the iceberg, and it surely did snowball.
The bloke sat opposite me looked pretty no nonsense from the minute I sat down. But Pig, with expert nose and a taste for said man's sausage roll (not a euphemism - he'd actually been to Greggs), chose him as subject of upmost affection.
I made a rule to myself when I was 22 that when I heard anything nice, kind or positive being said about anyone I knew, I would always tell them.