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15 years ago this month I was diagnosed with an aggressive breast cancer which had started to spread. As well as being a founding partner in a growing management consultancy, I was also a young mum, pregnant again and juggling an oversized social diary. It looked like success, except I had failed to notice that I was living in a way not conducive to sticking around long enough to bring my children up.

At the time I was diagnosed I was inundated with advice, mostly from friends and family. Do this, try that, take this, avoid that; I was pretty ignorant about complementary medicine, although I had been seeing a homoeopath for a couple of years because of the eczema that covered my hands. When I turned inward for guidance, the strongest message in my head was to slow down and take it easy. That message had been there for a long time, I had simply been telling it I had no choice. I used to tearfully, and sometimes angrily, say the same to my husband when he pleaded with his grumpy and stressed wife to slow down.

Luckily for me, cancer served to take away my choices even more, it was a stark wake up call. I decided to listen and to rein my life in to parameters that would suit my body better.

In the years, the many years, that have followed I continued to struggle to cultivate quietness and silence and a sense of inner calm. It’s not my natural state – I’m noisy to the core – but my brain keeps prompting me to try.

Coincidentally, I was in Oxford last week and wandered into a shop on Broad Street called Innerspace where I was greeted by a wise and wonderful and quietly spoken man with time to talk who pointed me in the direction of some blissful guided meditation pieces on a CD called The Jewel. I’ve managed to listen to it 3 times since then, which is a record for me! Even as I’m writing this, I can feel the pull towards the peace of that experience.

Yesterday, by chance, I came across a ‘new’ publication by Dr David Servan-Schreiber whose book, Anticancer: A New Way of Life, has been a great inspiration to me and many of my clients. I read with great sadness that he died last year as a result of a powerfully malignant return of his original aggressive brain tumour. This amazing man – a psychiatrist and practitioner of integrated medicine – conducted one of the most comprehensive analyses of the cancer literature, looking at nutrition, exercise, psychology and physiology to help himself and his readers. HIs book was an enlightened and empowering plan to save your own life. I used it, along with millions of others.

He freely admits that, in the years following his diagnosis, driven by the enormous success of the book, he pushed his mind and body to the limit – and sometimes beyond, straying from the path of his own findings. In his last, short book, which I bought and read yesterday (Thank you, Kindle), he reflects on what he might have done differently to avoid a recurrence of this particularly aggressive form of cancer. His 18-year survival was remarkable but he mentions a fellow-sufferer and one-rem survivor, Molly, whose disease prompted her to live in almost total isolation. “Every day she takes long walks on the banks of a lake. When you ask her, ‘What is it that helps you most to keep the disease at bay?, she responds: ‘It’s the quiet, The quietness protects me.” Molly is still very much alive and free from recurrence.

In his final analysis of what is the most important element to ensure survival he simply says:

“In the light of my own ordeal, I’m tempted to emphasise the absolute necessity of finding and maintaining inner peace, notably through meditation, cardiac coherence exercises and a balance lifestyle that minimises sources of stress. Next, I would put physical exercise, whose importance cannot be overstated. And on a par with physical activity, I would put nutrition.”

We are in a phase of world development that seems to reward those with stamina and appetite and cast-iron constitutions (and consciences) so much more richly than the gentler members of our species. The temptation is to join them, to push ourselves to achieve in the way that seems to win. When you look at human metabolic typing, however, you realise that the go-getters of this world are just one of the ‘types’. There are at least 4 other metabolic types not designed to live at the limit. When we behave contrary to our type we experience psychological and physiological stress in our bodies that creates the conditions for disease: which explains why some people can live happily at G Force 8 and some of us fail. The trick is knowing which type you are and honouring that.

Like many other people, Dr Servan-Schreiber discovered that the time he managed to spend in quietness paid dividends for his energy and productivity in all the other areas of his life, underlining the fact that we don’t have to find more time to create a quietness practice. On the contrary, it will reward us with a feeling of more time in our lives. And, quite possibly, more years to enjoy.

If you are one of the many people living at a faster pace than you want to, then I can’t urge you enough to start listening to your body and taking some time for silence and renewal.

RIP David, and thanks for all the wisdom.

Is it me? I’ve never known so much worry about money, and I’m tired of hearing that our economy isn’t growing as fast as it should. As though a fast-growing economy is the solution to our financial perils. It seems to me that the desire to seek ever-expanding economic opportunities is what got us into this mess.

Money troubles seem to be everywhere – personal finances, national bailouts, the global economy. Our spending patterns are under scrutiny and it feels like the world order is on the brink of change. It’s quite possible that some of the financial security we have taken for granted and built our lives around may be at risk. Imagine!

Funny how so many people worry about how they spend their money – but so few people give any deep thought to how they spend their time.

Time is the ultimate scarce resource. No matter how hard you work or how clever you become you can’t create more of it. You can’t save it and you can’t invest it. There are only 24 hours in a day and we can’t expect much more than 80 years in a life – if we’re lucky.

I suppose it was cancer that really opened my eyes to the value of time. I realised that I hadn’t done what I wanted to do and I hadn’t always used my time carefully – packing too much stuff in that I ‘should’ or ‘ought’ to do – and not leaving enough space for the things I really wanted to do. I also saw that no amount of money now, or in the future, could make up for that loss.

I began to understand that I have choices around the way I spend my time in exactly the same way that I make decisions about how I spend my money. I became more generous towards people and things that lit me up – and miserly about some of the boring and dutiful things that bring me down. (The things that I did to get cosmic brownie points but leave me feeling tired and cross.)

For example, I refused to sit on any more committees because I hate them. On the other hand I now spend more time outdoors and in the garden – something I tend to think of as a treat, only when all the chores are done.

The biggest change though is refusing to spend my work time feeling uninspired. I was no longer capable of renting my time to someone else in return for a salary (unless the cause was totally aligned with my beliefs). I needed all my time because there was so much I wanted to do.
I don’t kid myself that my decision has made the slightest difference in the big wide world. Although I do have a few clients who would argue with that. But it makes the most enormous difference to me.

The nagging feeling I used to have of not quite being on the right track has completely gone. I know that if I die tomorrow I will have spent this day well. I will have owned my time and chosen my path and lived my own life in a purposeful way. And for me that is more valuable than anything else.

I believe the world would be a better place if we were more aware of how we spend our time and less aware of how we spend our money.

What do you think?


I could get used to this. There’s a lot to be said for lazing around all day waiting to see what happens and dealing only with what absolutely must be done.

I’m not some sort of masochist; I can live without the immobility and the pain (much subsided now) and I’d be ecstatic never to go near another hospital again, ever.

BUT…

Here’s the lesson. While I’ve been supine, a little part of me has switched off. It’s that horrid bit of me that’s always saying hurry up, do it faster, do it better, do it today, they’re after you… That voice has been a constant soundtrack in my life and rarely gives up despite my best resolutions.

At this moment, hurrying isn’t an option, spending 4-hours-flat at the computer can’t be done, 6 hours in the garden is risible and worrying about housework is someone else’s job. Even better, I’ve had lots of visitors for tea and laughs, I’ve had more time than usual to send love out to friends who need some attention (like my oldest friend Jo who’s doing the Polar Race, mad mad mad!)

If I were a guru I’d call it mindfulness: the ability to live my day minute by minute within my limits, paying attention to what needs doing now – including my own needs. Enjoying the birds in the trees, watching the leaves appear from tiny spots of lime to bright green foliage, watching snowdrops give way to primroses and spotting the first bluebells.

In normal life I can’t usually manage this, my priorities are often work & clients, family, things that need doing at home, friends, me – in that order. And because I love my work, my family, like to keep my home nice and have a blast with my friends, my own needs are often right down the ladder.

Strangely, while I was on a drugs regime it was important to take the pills on time, and in order to keep my insides regular (sorry!) I have had to eat certain things in time each day and take a supplement, and, because I want to be better ASAP I’ve eaten ‘the right food’ and avoided ‘the wrong food’. Again, these are always my goals but I don’t always achieve them.

Just so you don’t think I’ve lost all my marbles, let’s be clear that I’ve had a lot of help and support with cooking and other chores, but those are not the things that cause me the stress – it’s the other stuff that I add to my agenda that feels necessary, but probably isn’t.

So here’s my dilemma. I’m back to work next week (on a limited schedule). How can I keep that sense of living in the moment, looking after myself, allowing the day to unfold without fear, hurrying and nagging myself? How can I keep myself mindful, doing what I can, and letting what I can’t float away on the breeze.

I know my life and my health will be better if I can find a way to keep going with the flow.

What are the voices in your head and the habits in your life that keep you from enjoying your day? What will it take to stop you doing that to yourself?

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Many years ago when I was still young and impressionable ;-) I was lucky enough to do two inspirational cookery courses in Italy, my birthplace, courtesy of Susanna Gelmetti. In those days I was already a keen cook but still juggling a career in marketing and PR. I knew the benefits of being ferociously well-organised. I’d had more time management training than Billy Connolly and was always armed with my trusty Filofax (oh yes, it was the 80s). We loved to ‘entertain’ at the weekend; meals were planned in advance and my shopping lists were legendary, in aisle order!

The thing that most intrigued me about ‘the Italian way’ was the idea of shopping first to buy what’s perfectly ripe – and then cooking with it. The day’s food unfolded as it went along – even while you were cooking. The idea was yet to catch on in England but it really spoke to me and became an important part of the way I cook and why I love my Riverford vegetable box, which has arrived every week for about 8 years now. Seasonal eating has well-documented benefits for your health and for the planet. Not to mention the joy of the food cycle it creates - the comfort of squashes after months of salad… asparagus lightening our hearts after months of root veg. Every week is like Christmas as the fruit and veg arrives; there’s always a surprise.

As I woke in the early hours fretting about what wouldn’t get done today because of the snow I realised that life would be easier if I could take the same approach. I have spent my whole life worrying about ‘what was supposed to happen’ (even when there’s no snow). The biggest cause of stress in my week is the things that I view as ‘interruptions’ or ‘hijackings’: I wanted to get my blog written but my internet went down; I wanted to write a chapter of my book but a client needed help; I needed a quiet weekend but we arranged weeks ago for friends to come. My brain runs this constant interference of what I should be doing against what is actually happening. I feel I should have done ‘x’ but I had to do ‘y’. The perennial message in my head is ‘we’ll just get through this and life will be back to normal’. It never ends. Normal never arrives.

As I lay there I suddenly saw that my planned schedule is my worst enemy. It beats me up, tells me things are going wrong, prevents me from enjoying life as it is unfolding right here right now. It provides a completely false rating system for whether my day went well or not (and protects me from the slightly scary idea of going with the flow). If I could approach each day with a sense of ‘I wonder what will be in the veg box’, trusting that whatever is happening is going to be OK, life would feel so much more spontaneous, more accepting and more joyful. Of course, there’d still be good days and bad – but not because they didn’t match my diary! I think they call it mindfulness.

Looking at my front path, I think my Riverford box will be late today. We probably won’t hit our 5 a day (and I normally aim for 8). Hmmm, sounds like a good excuse to bake something delicious. By the time I’ve cleared the front path I’ll need it.

I could get used to this…