“Your purpose is to be yourself.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It's a relationship between equals.

Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.

Compassion becomes real when we recognise our shared humanity.” Pema Chödrön

How to care for our minds, the planet we inhabit and the beings, plants and elements we share it with?

My daily practice is understanding this path of living, our being human. 

 

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At present, I work as an artist and in the field of adult mental health. I am training in contemplative psychology. 

Art does not always feel necessary, although it may be that through sharing my own expression others may feel inspired to share

theirs and this process of exchange may help us to appreciate and understand one another. 

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...Eventually

The table turned into a garden,

Full of seeds without bodies.

 

The seeds grew into a single fig tree.

 

 

            [They see her from the window

            lining up her seeds along the beach

      -     she placed the stone aside.

 

- Extract from Seeds and Waves (Love), E.M. 18

A meditation.

 

Mind like bog, shimmer – slog.

Amorphous:

like Fog.

That’s quite a responsibility.

If I am alive.

The noise really hurts [my quiet state of mind].

 

Minute magnitudes,

Phenomenological gratitudes,

Realise this moment.

 

E.M. January 2018

A tangle of thoughts. A mass of identities.

Repetitive. Obsessive.

Do we understand each other?

My attempt to dissect the human condition, to unpick the psyche

Peer through the clouded glass of the Self – the Other|

Trawl through the substance within.

Loosen the lid and analyse the contents – construct an order from the chaos.

Worn fragments of a universal puzzle

The buzz of jumping synapses, the flitting of fertile memories.

Disparate realities upon common ground,

Grow. Deteriorate. Decay. Born-again.

Occupying solitude, investigating the subconscious - I contain my inquisitive mind and the relentless questions… rolling like waves,

constant and persistent, flowing over my being, creeping under my skin.

 

E.M. June 2016

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THE SINGING PART OF THE IMAGINATION - Brian Catling RA

 

Daily Presence, 2017-2018  [ - of 263]

Eleanor Minney Artist

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