Kaspa Thompson: Psychotherapist & Supervisor

IFS Psychotherapist, Supervisor & Buddhist Minister

Category: musings

  • Reasonable attachments?

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    Are there such thing as reasonable attachments? In the training community I lived in, one of the old rules was that people should not be attached to their rooms, and trainees were moved around every few months, keeping their belongings in a single box. By the time I moved into that community that practice had…

  • Absolute Love —Total Freedom

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    I became a Pureland Buddhist in 2006. I didn’t know anything about Pureland Buddhism at the time. I had been practicing Buddhism for a few years, and then I met Dharmavidya and the Amida community. I knew that I wanted to join this community and have Dharmavidya as my teacher. That was enough. I learnt…

  • Into The Junk Cupboard

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    . The process of creating this video almost mirrored the theme of the poem. I created an ideal in my mind, of myself as a film poet and of what I imagined the final produce might be (much better drawn than this), and nearly threw the whole project in the cupboard because of that ideal.…

  • Summer’s End

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    Summer’s End from Kaspalita on Vimeo.

  • Learning to stay sane around people

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    After a very peopled few days it is quiet in the temple today. It is lunchtime, and the only other person I have seen waved at me from a top floor window, whilst I was in the garden, before disappearing again. Satya got up at 5:30am this morning and went to a half-day yoga retreat at a…

  • Incommunicado

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    I have not deliberately been out of touch. I have not deliberately sent you to Coventry. I have not had my hands tied behind my back since December, but neither have I written anything here since then. Next Thursday will be our six month anniversary of moving into the Temple, and in that time my…

  • Foolish Beings in a Beautiful Land

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    There is a thin pink streak of light in the eastern sky. The sun is well over the horizon and that last thread of colour tells me what a glorious sunrise I would have seen if I had been up a little earlier. The valley is heavy with mist; a few hilltops and the tips…

  • the end of stress – how to relax

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    This morning I was supposed to be giving a talk on how to relax. I had the flowchart of the talk I had prepared earlier in the week in one hand (‘flowchart’ is the grand name I gave my few scribbles on a page) and a cup of tea in the other. I watched as…

  • more brushes with death

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    Yesterday morning as I was getting into the car, a harried looking nurse ran down our garden path, opened our door and called into the house. A few moments later I heard her apologising to Satya for getting the wrong address. By the time I had started the engine she was back in her own car and…

  • lessons from breakdancing

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    The bass rolled across the dance floor and into my chest. I could feel it through the floor, and the wall behind me. The dance floor was surrounded by young people. We were at the festival of colours in Birmingham; a celebration of street art. We were in a small bar in the middle of…