a moment to pause

a moment to pause

Over the last few weeks, I've been listening to some of the first few episodes of current well-known podcasts. I returned to their beginning as a reminder not to compare my beginning to someone's middle; everything is a collection of the smallest parts, all energetic atoms. 

One of the episodes featured social-justice badass Adrienne Maree Brown (AMB), and she talked about small never-ending patterns called fractals. In a very nerdy way, it was wicked cool, as they say in Boston. She indirectly described our Pause Breathe Reflect ripples - many small ripples lead to big waves of change. 

"How we are at the small scale is how we are at the large scale. The patterns of the universe repeat at scale...what we practice at a small scale can reverberate to the largest scale…" - AMB

It feels like our is in an upside-down world. We disproportionally pay attention to celebrities, influencers, and top-down hierarchical leaders. Without mindfulness, we can miss all the moments between our moments that can come together and create actual change.

Ultimately, to change the world, we must start at the smallest scale, ourselves. It's not about waiting for the boss to make the first move or those other voters or the folks that "don't get it." 

It's seeing ourselves as the first ripple that can align with other ripples in our neighborhoods, communities, companies, countries, and across the planet because if we're going to replicate things at scale, shouldn't it be something good? 


New Meditations on Your App: 

One aspect of Pause Breathe Reflect that I love the most is our ability to co-create our community and recommend meditations for our app. You can now find meditations that focus on end of life decisions, recovering from the an injury, and new Mindful Moment Greeting Cards to send to special people in your life. 

If you have a meditation request, please let me know and I will record it for you. 


This week's Poem:

no one leaves home unless

home is the mouth of a shark

you only run for the border

when you see the whole city running as well


your neighbours running faster than you

breath bloody in their throats

the boy you went to school with

who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory

is holding a gun bigger than his body

you only leave home

when home won’t let you stay.


no one leaves home unless home chases you

fire under feet

hot blood in your belly

it’s not something you ever thought of doing

until the blade burnt threats into

your neck

and even then you carried the anthem under

your breath

only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets

sobbing as each mouthful of paper

made it clear that you would not be going back.


you have to understand,

that no one would put their children in a boat

unless the sea is safer than the land

no one burns their palms

under trains

beneath carriages

no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled

means something more than journey.

no one crawls under fences

wants to be beaten

wants to be pitied

no one chooses refugee camps

or strip searches where your

body is left aching

or prison,

because prison is safer

than a city of fire

and one prison guard

in the night

is better than a truckload

of men who look like your father

no one could take it

no one could stomach it

no one's skin would be tough enough



go home blacks


dirty immigrants

asylum seekers

sucking our country dry

niggers with their hands out

they smell strange


messed up their country and now they want

to mess ours up

how do the words

the dirty looks

roll off your backs

maybe it's because the blow is softer

than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender

than fourteen men between

your legs

or the insults are easier

to swallow

than rubble

than bone

than your child body

in pieces.

i want to go home,

but home is the mouth of a shark

home is the barrel of the gun

and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home told you

to quicken your legs

leave your clothes behind

crawl through the desert

wade through the oceans



be hungry


forget pride

your survival is more important

no one leaves home unless home is a sweaty voice in your ear



run away from me now

i dont know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere

is safer than here


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