Lucy and the hare (or, Why I practice awareness of the felt sense)

So there I am, crashing through the high yellow reeds, pulled forcefully over the muddy path dotted with clumps of moss and scattered with branches, being led by my best friend, and teacher, Lucy. Who is my scruffy, spirited street dog from Cyprus. It is pouring rain. Buckets. And Lucy is chasing a hare. Because …

only connect!

E.M. Forster hit the nail on the head. "Only connect", he wrote, and when I read these words many (many!) years ago as a teenager, they struck me with such force that I have never forgotten. Over the years, these words have become my motto, my life creed, my mantra. These two words together form …