The Modern Bodhisattva

activism, Buddhism, Personal musings, Yoga

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“Hands of Compassion” by Mayumi Oda.

In these challenging times we get to see a lot of people – especially women – rising and standing up for their voices to be heard. After decades of feminism, western women have become strong and powerful. “The fight isn’t over” I hear some of you say. Sure. But it’s been a long way.

Sadly I have met a lot of western mamas who told me how much they wish they had more time to do yoga. More time to do art… but what about being yoga?

Chatral Sangye Dorje Rinpoche

Animals, Buddhism, tribute, Yoga

“The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you grow there?” – The Buddha.

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I took a week off blogging last week, as I have been reflecting on the loss of Chatral Rinpoche.

As the western world is busy mourning David Bowie, truth be said I personnaly felt very sad and a lot more affected by the loss of Chatral Rinpoche, who died at age 102, on the 30th of December.

Making peace with reality

Buddhism, Personal musings, writing, Yoga

Green Tara

In Buddhism, Green Tara is often referred to as the women’s ally. Her mantra is : oṃ tāre tu tāre ture soha.

Tārā also embodies many of the qualities of feminine principle. She is known as the Mother of Mercy and Compassion. She is the source, the female aspect of the universe, which gives birth to warmth, compassion and relief from bad karma as experienced by ordinary beings in cyclic existence. She engenders, nourishes, smiles at the vitality of creation, and has sympathy for all beings as a mother does for her children. As Green Tārā she offers succor and protection from all the unfortunate circumstances one can encounter within the samsaric world” 

Wikipedia.

I highly recommend to everyone – especially women – to memorise it, and repeat it to yourself whenever you can, especially in those moments when fear or anxiety arise or when one needs strength or courage. It could also be written down on a piece of paper and kept in your pocket.


I used to think that if I could ever have a superpower, I’d like mine to be invisibility. As a child, teenager and young adult, I used to imagine how much fun it would be to become invisible whenever I wanted to.

song for the unsung heroes

My Poems

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Sometimes, you don’t need to do something ground breaking to be a hero.

ordinary, anonymous, unsung heroes

are the ones who inspire me the most.

the ones who are not attention seeking or looking for praise.

the ones who are not trying hard to prove themselves,

who don’t need the world or anyone else watching them,

for they are not trying to impress or to entertain.

they are getting on with it.

in their day to day lives,

they make sure they are present.

they don’t neglect the ones around them for

the benefits of a greater good, or some bigger picture

for details and small things are

what make big, great pictures.

the true heroes are not super,

but anonymous and local

they help whenever they can,

whoever needs them.

a child, a lost dog, an injured bird,

a dying badger on the side of the road,

a lost soul, an old one, the cashier, the neighbour…

they give their time and attention,

a friendly hear, a wish, a positive thought, a prayer…

or just a smile.

they often appear out of nowhere,

like an angel, springing out of the (blue) shadows.

unrecognised, they don’t share their good deeds on facebook,

because like it or not, they are busy doing the actual work

not just talking about it.

I hope it’s in all of us.

we all have our own heroic solitary moments, when no one is watching.

and keeping them to ourselves might be

what makes them even more special.

i want to write because…

Animal Communication, creativity, Yoga

“I want to write because I find expression of my thoughts and emotions releasing and revealing”

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Hooded crow (Corvus cornix) in flight

… and also because it takes me to an unknown path.

When I go down that path,

I hear a crow and I feel safe,

like I have a life long friend by my side.

I might sometimes write my way to Africa,

sometimes only down the road,

but it always takes me somewhere safe, and clear.

I connect with my old friend soul,

together we detangle the yarn of life.

The happy times, the grieving times,

the times when I feel lost and alone, unloved

and the times when I feel life is the most precious gift.

I heal my relationship with others, and with myself.

I learn to trust, others and myself.

I reflect, self-reflect

Doubt and self-doubt…

And I always feel better for it.

“Live your life as an experiment” – Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche.

Hammerhead sharks, Crow and Blue Swimmer Crab

Animal Communication, Animals, creativity, My Poems, Yoga

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Hammer-head sharks, Crow and Crab

revealed themselves to me that morning,

after i sat in silence

on a chair in a circle, in a village.

the hammerhead sharks came first

and i felt safe instantly.

through me they sent an invitation

for a blond mermaid looking girl

to explore her emotions

a bit deeper on paper.

My prompt led her to meet whales,

then butterflies.

i can’t help but feeling a pull

towards the hammerhead shark

whenever I feel lonely, left out or sensitive

Hammerhead shark reminds me that

spending time on my own isn’t a curse

but a great opportunity

to swim fluidly through the waves of these emotions of mine

before they turn into unmovable rocks.

the hammerhead shark makes me feel protected on many levels

and i’m grateful for them to come to me.

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Crow keeps coming to me too…

Although i know he is often around but unseen,

as a friend and protector.

yesterday he kept me company on 2 paths

the path of words unravelling from my soul

and the cycle path on the way home.

crow doesn’t usually say much

he is usually just a friendly presence,

watching over me like a close friend

as he landed on the path in front of me:

laid back, relaxed, amused, as if he was making fun of me

like an old friend.

i sometimes wonder if

crow isn’t a manifestation of my own father?

Blue crab asked me to tell his story,

like with everyone’ stories there are sad and happy times,

magic, light, wisdom, good meals and dark sea beds.

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Ferdinand Bauer, Portunus Pelagicus Blue Swimmer Crab – watercolour 1806-1826, the Natural History Museum, London.

“I’m fast and I won’t be prey. I bury myself in the sand and I like watching the light coming from the top, sometimes it’s very bright and it lights up the sea bed. I’m used to darkness. I don’t like being picked up or handled. My life is simple you might say, but for me it’s full of action, drama, vibrations, rippling sounds… fears, the satisfaction of a good meal… Maybe not so many internal brainy turmoils as I take life as it comes, I live in the moment. I’m in the now and life is good” – Blue Swimmer Crab.

Blue Swimmer Crab has fascinating eyes, blue claws and an interesting pattern on his back and legs. His two front claws look like two pelican beaks with lots of teeth. The pattern on his back looks like a map of a world, with the shape of symmetrical lands.

Crabs feel very grateful when people free them from careless fishermen, SO do what you need to do to get them out of the crab pots or buckets before they end up on a fishmonger stall and boiled alive.

Whenever you feel that pull to set them free don’t ignore that call, they are calling you for help and need you to listen to your heart. Don’t dwell too much on how, just get them out of there!

Look in the eyes of a crab, and he will speak to your heart. Listen carefully for his message is simple but profound.

When you see someone fishing, focus your intention on telling the fishes in the water to go swimming somewhere else and stay away from that zone. Send that message out clearly again and again, it will work!

The Heart of a Yogi

My Poems

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His Holiness Chatral Sangye Dorje Rinpoche. Photo from here.

 In the eyes of every yogi there is sadness

And dear ones left behind.

A yogi feels kindness

Towards the suffering of the mind

Of those caught up in the never ending

Place of being best, first, having this

but also that. No end, no beginning,

Chasing the tail of happiness, but never bliss.

Contentment, compassion, self-study…

Here are some of the jewels hidden

In the heart of a yogi.