For a long time God was in my life, but only ever after the words ‘Oh’ and ‘My.’ Beyond that I had no interest whatsoever in having anything to do with him. God was dead to me and me to him, and that was that, or so I thought.
Having been brought up as a church-going Christian, and never really believing in the sandal and robe-wearing figure in the clouds in the first place, by the time I got to my twenties God was definitely not someone I wanted hanging around, judging me for all of my choices. And anyway, God for most people either didn’t exist, or was for people I’d judged as weirdos or oddballs who were religious, or for people of other faiths that I had no relationship with. Definitely not mainstream, definitely not cool, definitely not my thing. Continue reading “Who or What is God?”
…“Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.” (1)…
1962… somewhere in England… and school assembly draws to a close… With these stout comforting words echoing in our heads, our day begins in the knowledge that Out There somewhere, a rather stern but gentle and supremely benevolent man, (whose appearance resembles a Victorian Patriarch complete with flowing white beard), watches over us with care, concern and ineffable love while we trudge off to double maths on a dreary, grey, drizzly Thursday morning. Continue reading “Of Gods… and Un-Gods”
For over 20 years I have wanted to be a training officer and until recently I thought it was going to remain just a dream. However, through learning about true self-care and self-love I have gone from being ‘down and out,’ on the dole, to landing my dream job in just over 3 years.
I come from a family whose members are all claiming disability benefits. They continually argue with their partners and think that is love. I have always known this wasn’t love but didn’t have anything else to compare it with. So I chose to withdraw from life, suffered with psychosis and depression and spent many years claiming Incapacity Benefit. Continue reading “Landing My Dream Job”
When I did a lot of Buddhist meditation in the past there was the saying “mind over matter.” As an example of “mind over matter” we would meditate for one or more hours – being guided through the meditation not to move any part of our body to the extent that my legs would go completely numb, and at the end of the meditation it would take 30 minutes or more before my legs could walk.
During the meditation it was evident that I was not the only one that found it hard to stay in the same position and not move, and the person leading the meditation would make the point about it being about mind over matter – in other words, if you focus on, for instance, a visualised point in your mind or you ‘followed’ your breath, you would at some point not notice the ‘matter’ – being that your legs had gone through pins and needles, to pain, to numbness. Continue reading “Mind over Matter”
Work is something of a dread for many of us. We generally see it as a box to tick and something that we must get through to get by in life. We sometimes even think of being in another job or position within the company or someplace else and convince ourselves that will bring back the spark to what we do. We may even seek to undertake jobs that we know in the past brought us some satisfaction, such as turning a hobby into a fulltime career: for some this seems to work well but unless we are living a fullness of joy in whatever we do, we seek reward and or satisfaction instead and then, are we living less than what we could in life? Continue reading “What’s Happened to the Joy of Life?”
In life we have a number of proficiency licences, such as a driving licence, which demonstrates that we have reached a certain level of proficiency in handling and driving a vehicle. In having the licence there are certain rules of the road and road conduct that you agree to abide by, and when you don’t there can be further education, or even fines or other penalties. Continue reading “Self-Care Proficiency – Do we need a Licence?”