• The Dalai Lama on Compassion and Happiness
  • Brain Pickings – An inventory of the meaningful life: Endless Inspiration from this weekly blog on writing, thinking, spirituality and living.
  • Brene Brown on Empathy
  • Jill Bolte Taylor TED talk: Stroke of Insight
  • Brene Brown  on Vulnerability, Shame and Empathy
  • Bessel van der Kolk interview On Being: Restoring the Body: Yoga, EMDR, and Treating Trauma
  • Viktor Frankl website “Between stimulus and response, there is space. In that space is the power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” – Viktor E. Frankl
  • Thich Nhat HanhI suggest you take refuge in your in-breath, surrender to your in-breath, identify with your in-breath. Don’t take refuge in anything abstract. Take refuge in something very concrete: your in-breath. Taking refuge like that, your fear, anger and restlessness will disappear.
  • I first experienced the following poem listening to Jon Kabat-Zinn, pioneer of Mindfulness in our culture and a huge inspiration to me (Wherever You Go, There You Are):


    By Naomi Shihab Nye

    Before you know what kindness really is

    you must lose things,

    feel the future dissolve in a moment

    like salt in a weakened broth.

    What you held in your hand,

    what you counted and carefully saved,

    all this must go so you know

    how desolate the landscape can be

    between the regions of kindness.

    How you ride and ride

    thinking the bus will never stop,

    the passengers eating maize and chicken

    will stare out the window forever.

    Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,

    you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

    lies dead by the side of the road.

    You must see how this could be you,

    how he too was someone

    who journeyed through the night with plans

    and the simple breath that kept him alive.

    Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

    you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

    You must wake up with sorrow.

    You must speak to it till your voice

    catches the thread of all sorrows

    and you see the size of the cloth.

    Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

    only kindness that ties your shoes

    and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

    only kindness that raises its head

    from the crowd of the world to say

    It is I you have been looking for,

    and then goes with you everywhere

    like a shadow or a friend.

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