Those of you who have come to know me intimately during the past seven years know that while my mind might often be lost to the pretty, what might be described as my spirituality has long been confined to my very personal sense of what it is to be home. I have never been drawn to religion. I have no hippie yearnings and much as I would like to say otherwise, intellectual reasoning tells me that here in this life we are alone: unaccompanied by ghosts, fairies or angels even if I do, purely for the sake of whimsy, keep two pots of rosemary at my back door to warn off naughty spirits…
I pray only in the sense that I close my eyes and hope. On my behalf and that of others. Which just might be what prayer is I suppose, but it is not prayer in the traditional sense of the word. I have no faith in deities beyond that which I can see and touch and I have no tolerance for hero worship, beyond a deep rooted very personal sense of admiration and gratitude for Sarah Ban Breathnach’s existence in this world, for it is she who shaped me beyond the lovely work my Mum had already long put in.
And so until now there has been ritual and celebration of my own divining. There has been
I have long believed, you see, that I am enough. That I am strong. That it is ok to trust myself because my gut instinct is guiding me and the universe is holding my hand.
And now there is Transcendental
As you may know I was lucky enough to get a place for my little boy at The Maharishi School this term and part of the agreement as the parent of a child attending the school is that they too commit to understanding the act of
And my Mum looked at me sagely and expressed fears that I had joined a cult. And I panicked and googled the TM movement and discovered much that was both negative and hysterical about it and much, much more that was positive and inspiring about it: not least being the foundation David Lynch has created with the ambition to bring the gift that is Transcendental
Meditating for twenty minutes twice daily has very quickly become essential to me. Not because I have yet experienced transcendence, but because the transcendental method of
And then you get up and get on with your life, refreshed. Energised. Calm and clear-headed. No. Really.
See here’s the thing, I no more want to shove Transcendental
And to my astonishment Transcendental Mediatation is one of my things. It clicked with me. And with Rich, who has also done the course. It clicked because it is nothing more than the gentle act of learning to hush our noisy selves. And for all those detractors out there, I can only say this: there is a difference between learning what is essentially a new, well regarded, beneficial skill and choosing to embrace all aspects of the Maharishi
So though I will of course share my own experiences of
We are all different. I respect that. Transcendental
A place where ideas I have been rooting for softly float to the forefront of my mind and some sort of bliss (or the wooooosh, as Richard describes it) washes over me like the cosiest of fleecy blankets…
All that and the love of my life, Russell Brand loves it too!