Suffering Ceases to be Suffering – Viktor Frankl

Renewed Purpose (2)“In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.”
Viktor Frankl

See the online course: Calming the Storm to discover your own personal meaning.


“A Rockpile Ceases to be a Rockpile the Moment a Single Man Contemplates It…” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery


“A rockpile ceases to be a rockpile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Nosey Delights – 10 Olfactory Delights Which go Directly to the Brain

Nosey Delights – 10 Olfactory Delights Which go Directly to the Brain

How do we smell? Well, by a very direct route, those molecules go straight to the brain.

“Your ability to smell comes from specialized sensory cells, called olfactory sensory neurons, which are found in a small patch of tissue high inside the nose. These cells connect directly to the brain. Each olfactory neuron has one odor receptor. Microscopic molecules released by substances around us—whether it’s coffee brewing or pine trees in a forest—stimulate these receptors. Once the neurons detect the molecules, they send messages to your brain, which identifies the smell.”  See here on Smell Disorders.

Here is my list in no particular order of preference:

black and white rain

1. Petrichor ~ the scent of rain on dry earth, or the scent of dust after rain. Calming, sad, lovely. Reminds me of arid Karoo farms.

2. Freshly baked bread. A Huffington Post article refers to a study which, actually says this smell makes us kinder to strangers. Smells like home.

3. Magnolia, outside the lounge window in East London, when the girls were little. Reminds me of times gone by.

4. Jasmine, the first flower to appear in Spring in South Africa. Brings me happiness.

5. Arnica, the healing oil I used when doing Reiki. Makes me think of peace and fulfillment. Healing.

6. Baby oil, the all fingers and toes of my young babies. Love.

7. The indefinable smell of a lover. Indescribable, beyond words.

In the words of the incomparable Sinead for all those who have loved and lost:

8. The smell of books. Makes me happy.

9. Bergamot:

“Bergamot oil yields a citrus-like fragrance, with a distinctive spicy-floral quality. The scent is both spicy and sweet, and is prized in perfumery for its ability to blend well with other aromas to produce pleasing, complex scents.” See on What is Bergamot? Sensual smell.

10. Clean sheets mixed with Lavender. Comforting happiness. Hearkens back to childhood innocence.

Rain image from under a silent light

Mob Attack in the Streets of Durban, South Africa | “Gijima!” Run!

In an article written by Samora Chapman today, he records with photographs, a crisis in the streets of Durban, South Africa.

“We’re in the midst of a crisis. Last night I witnessed a mob nearly murder a man in the street. I then wandered across the city in the half darkness and found that the same mob had swept across town in a fit of rage… beating scores of people with knobkerries, bricks and hockey sticks. The source of the madness? Whoonga Park. And it’s burning to the ground. Here’s how…”

To read more go to Mahala

“May all beings have happiness…” | Buddhist Quote


“May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness

May all beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering

May all beings never be parted from freedom’s true joy

May all beings dwell in equanimity free from attachment and aversion.”

– traditional Buddhist prayer.

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Happiness Ensues


Profound words by Viktor Frankl:

“Don’t aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it.” ~ Viktor Frankl Man’s Search for Meaning. 

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Between Stimulus and Response


“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” ~ attributed to Viktor E. Frankl

It is in this mindful space, that one can choose how to respond and become more skillful and resiliant when faced with challenges.

Read more at Brainy Quote

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Mosquitoes like Moths


Right, so I am in Bangkok, Annie and I are going to a Wat for some Vipassana Meditation teaching. The heat is simmering, creating waves in the air. We arrive. I am excited, expectant. I mean, great place, authentic teacher, what more could I want? It begins. So there is standing, intending to walk, walking, intending to turn, turning, intending to sit, sitting. I am rocking it, I am doing it. But, I did not factor in the mosquitoes the size of moths. Mosquitoes that hated me in South Africa, unless they were desperate and there was nothing else available, loved me in a yummy way in Bangkok. Everywhere I went I was trailing a smog of repellent, which had no effect on these big boys. Once sitting they honed in. So, my first undoing was the judgement of rocking it, the second undoing was the mosquitoes. So for those who are trying to meditate, there will always be undoings: if not the monkey mind messing with your mind, it’s the environment making you uncomfortable, or it’s icky emotions playing tricks. These are all undoings we face each time we sit to meditate. Beware of the mosquitoes like moths and remember the idiom: “the devil is in the details”. Just keep coming back to the breath, or whatever the focus of your meditation is, gently, kindly, just keep opening the door and dropping back in.

“If you think you’re too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito.” ~ Anita Roddick

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The Last Thing I Ever Say


Do you think it is possible to grow into the following recounting by Benjamin Zander, of the words of an Auschwitz survivor, she said that she vowed:

“I will never say anything that couldn’t stand as the last thing I ever say”?

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