Shirin
@howtopresspause.bsky.social
somatic practitioner + writing facilitator.
buddhist, anarchist, spinster beyond redemption.
i write a newsletter called press pause.
she/they ✨
buddhist, anarchist, spinster beyond redemption.
i write a newsletter called press pause.
she/they ✨
“Whether we’re conscious of it or not, the ground is always shifting,” writes Buddhist monk Pema Chödrön.
The issue is not uncertainty itself, or impermanence, rather our resistance to it.
The issue is not uncertainty itself, or impermanence, rather our resistance to it.
March 1, 2025 at 10:25 PM
“Whether we’re conscious of it or not, the ground is always shifting,” writes Buddhist monk Pema Chödrön.
The issue is not uncertainty itself, or impermanence, rather our resistance to it.
The issue is not uncertainty itself, or impermanence, rather our resistance to it.
My next Somatic Writing workshop is in 2 weeks 🌊🤍
We’ll sense, move, and write together to learn how to harness our body’s wisdom to meet change and uncertainty more intuitively.
We’ll sense, move, and write together to learn how to harness our body’s wisdom to meet change and uncertainty more intuitively.
February 17, 2025 at 1:59 PM
My next Somatic Writing workshop is in 2 weeks 🌊🤍
We’ll sense, move, and write together to learn how to harness our body’s wisdom to meet change and uncertainty more intuitively.
We’ll sense, move, and write together to learn how to harness our body’s wisdom to meet change and uncertainty more intuitively.
Everyday reminder.
February 7, 2025 at 7:33 AM
Everyday reminder.
“My God, a whole moment of bliss! Is that too little for the whole of a man’s life?”
February 6, 2025 at 3:48 PM
“My God, a whole moment of bliss! Is that too little for the whole of a man’s life?”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
from "Go to the Limits of Your Longing" from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows.
from "Go to the Limits of Your Longing" from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows.
February 4, 2025 at 11:07 AM
—Rainer Maria Rilke
from "Go to the Limits of Your Longing" from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows.
from "Go to the Limits of Your Longing" from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God. Translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows.
After having put my disabled body through a frenzy of constant activity for the past year and a half, I’m now making it a priority to intentionally slow down as much as possible.
Let me tell you, it’s hard.
💐 from yesterday’s pause: a walk with my mum for her birthday
Let me tell you, it’s hard.
💐 from yesterday’s pause: a walk with my mum for her birthday
January 28, 2025 at 7:10 AM
After having put my disabled body through a frenzy of constant activity for the past year and a half, I’m now making it a priority to intentionally slow down as much as possible.
Let me tell you, it’s hard.
💐 from yesterday’s pause: a walk with my mum for her birthday
Let me tell you, it’s hard.
💐 from yesterday’s pause: a walk with my mum for her birthday
“What would it feel like to trust the fabric of our own human community so fully that we could take the risk to belong in this way, belong as our whole selves?”
—Nora Samaran
🌤️🌱 from today’s pause: a walk in the park
—Nora Samaran
🌤️🌱 from today’s pause: a walk in the park
January 26, 2025 at 4:23 PM
“What would it feel like to trust the fabric of our own human community so fully that we could take the risk to belong in this way, belong as our whole selves?”
—Nora Samaran
🌤️🌱 from today’s pause: a walk in the park
—Nora Samaran
🌤️🌱 from today’s pause: a walk in the park
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
—Emily Dickinson
🌱 today’s green pause
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
—Emily Dickinson
🌱 today’s green pause
January 25, 2025 at 9:06 PM
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
—Emily Dickinson
🌱 today’s green pause
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
—Emily Dickinson
🌱 today’s green pause