by Martha Brettschneider | May 24, 2018 | Life Lessons, Mindful Gardening, Mindful Parenting, Mindful Photography
I am SHOCKED to be sitting here at Dulles International Airport, waiting to board our flight to Malaysia to meet our son and his girlfriend on their college graduation trip. When Cody asked us several months ago to join them for part of their excursion through SE...
by Martha Brettschneider | May 18, 2018 | Life Lessons, Mindfulness, Mindfulness Thought Leaders
Hi folks! We just returned from a fabulous road trip to Atlanta to celebrate our eldest son’s graduation from college. We were lucky enough to have 16 family members in the audience, including our three octogenarian parents/doting grandparents. Their willingness...
by Martha Brettschneider | May 10, 2018 | Life Lessons, Mindful Parenting, Mindfulness, Motivation
At my recent Search Inside Yourself Leadership Institute (SIYLI) teacher training session in San Francisco, I was lucky enough to share a hotel room with a Boston-based cohort member named Åsa (pronounced Oh-sa). Åsa and I had never met before, but we clicked...
by Martha Brettschneider | May 3, 2018 | Mindful Photography, Mindful Photography, Mindfulness, Motivation, Photography
Yesterday at 6:20 am, I was perched on the top level of a tall step ladder in the middle of my neighbor’s dogwood tree, literally going out on a limb. Fortunately I had asked permission the previous day to use their tree as a photography subject, since at times the...
by Martha Brettschneider | Apr 22, 2018 | Life Lessons, Meditation, Mindfulness
I promised in last week’s post to reveal the personal gunk that churned up to the surface during my recent 10-Day Goenke Vipassana meditation course at Dhamma Delaware. As I said in Part 1 and Part 2 of this series, the no speaking, no reading, no writing, and no...
by Martha Brettschneider | Apr 12, 2018 | Life Lessons, Meditation, Mindfulness, Motivation
My husband must be getting tired of hearing me answer the question, “What was it like at the 10-day silent meditation retreat?” My reply evolves in subtle ways with each passing day. My first response is always, “This was NOT a retreat. It was hard, not relaxing.” And...
