Photo: Tyler Nix “When you get, give. When you learn, teach.” Maya Angelou. How do you want to be remembered? What are the true highlights of your life you want people to remember? At a meditation retreat, one of the exercises they gave us was to reflect on
Mindful Walk. Photo, Margarita. "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in having new eyes." Marcel Proust What are the origins of Mindfulness? Mindfulness has its roots in Buddhist meditation. The concept of mindfulness takes us back to the Pali words sati,
A moment to relax. Margarita, 2021 Recently, I facilitated an Online Mindfulness Meditation Retreat: Anxiety. Connect and Reset. The COVID 19 pandemic is asking for our attention to anxiety, grief and our general mental health. Anxiety is anchored in the human need to feel control and predictability
"The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its colour and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of non-conviction. . . . It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirits,
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” Carl Jung, Psychiatrist and Psychotherapist Photo by Margarita, 2011 “Refuge for a little bug.” Therapy is cool. It’s about learning a new life skill. I was
The post-holiday elation is upon us. Photo: Ana Sgambato & Margarita Rabinovich, 2019 "Winter friendship." I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says
Photo: Margarita, 2019 “Wings are for landing.” “The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully,
Photo: Margarita, 2020, “Gentle connection” “People speak to me about my son - ‘I’m so sorry for you’ - but no one says, ‘I loved him so much.’ I was busy in grief, which I don’t expect to stop. Suddenly realizing that the last thing my son would want was
Photo: A candle for Alex, Margarita, 2012 I had my own notion of grief. I thought it was the sad time That followed the death of someone you love. And you had to push through it To get to the other side. But I'm learning there is no other side.