09/10/2026
On the last day of my silent retreat at Gaia House last month, once everyone had left, I did what I always do.
I went to the library. 📚
It was a five-day retreat on impermanence, called Connecting to Deep Flow. The invitation was to meet change and uncertainty with more kindness. 🧘♀️
I have a little ritual when I go to the Gaia House library. Before looking at the shelves, I sit in one of the three comfy armchairs and look around for the books that other people have picked up and left behind.
I love discovering what people have been reading. It feels like having a quiet conversation with strangers.
This time, one title caught my eye: This Is Getting Old by Susan Moon.
And tucked inside it was a postcard with this poem.
Grandma Sumana
from The First Free Women: Poems of the Early Buddhist Nuns,
translated by Matty Weingast, p. 19
Both books are now on my reading list.
But more than that, it felt as though the poem had been waiting for me.
An old heart that had spent years looking after others, and was finally taking care of itself. 🤍
That was exactly what the retreat had been quietly showing me.
This retreat felt like the end of a two-year cycle in which I had finally had the time and space to slow down and look after my heart. Finding this poem at the very end felt like a beautiful recognition of that.
Sitting in open awareness with my heart.
Having simple, honest and intimate conversations with myself.
No fixing. No agenda. Just listening.
And it feels good.
🤩 And perhaps that is why sharing this today, on my birthday, feels particularly timely. Birthdays are one of those moments when we celebrate being ourselves — and perhaps, in doing so, remember to take better care of the person we are celebrating.
What would your heart ask for today, if you stopped for a moment and listened?