Online Sessions

Christmas Day Sessions

Monday
25
Jan
9:00 am
Wednesday
27
Jan
9:00 pm

Full Session Schedule

Mon 11 Jan
9:00 am
Wed 13 Jan
9:00 pm
Fri 15 Jan
9:00 am
Mon 18 Jan
9:00 am
Wed 20 Jan
9:00 pm
Mon 25 Jan
9:00 am
Wed 27 Jan
9:00 pm
Fri 29 Jan
9:00 am
Mon 1 Feb
9:00 am
Fri 5 Feb
9:00 am
Mon 8 Feb
9:00 am
Wed 10 Feb
9:00 pm

Facilitating Mindfulness Online

There are certain limitations which arise in the context of online mindfulness. It is almost impossible for the teacher to pick up on subtle cues which might show that you are having a hard time or that you are starting to feel distressed.

As the participant, it is very important for you to listen to your own inner wisdom. If a practice is causing you to feel agitated or distressed, then you should stop.

All MTAI members are bound by our code of ethics. We recognise the limitations of mindfulness based interventions as well as the many benefits. We are committed to constantly improving the standard of teaching through the MTAI continuing professional development programme and we strive to ensure that all our members are “trauma informed”.

Our Nominated Charities

We offer all our meditations for free but if you would like to contribute to one of our nominated charities please see links below:

Poetry Selection

Useful links for writers: Poetry Ireland’s Opportunities for Writers and Covid-19 Resources & Information for Writers

Let me hear you.
Speak your heart
And empty out those dark corners

Words unspoken
Cannot bring joy.
Let them dance,
even if their steps first falter.

Trust what emerges
will be warmed by the sun,
will be sheltered by the wind
By my listening.

Let the words that have been furled
tighter and tighter inside
emerge and stretch and sway.
Watch them lighten

and feel your heart lift
as their weight eases
and they flow out into the world
like butterflies, to land or float away.

Let them go
and see your soul dance
to sweet silence
in the hallowed space that remains.

Last night, an owl
in the blue dark
tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away, I happened
to be standing.
I couldn’t tell
which one it was –
the barred or the great-horned
ship of the air –
it was that distant. But, anyway,
aren’t there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter? Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness. I suppose
if this were someone else’s story
they would have insisted on knowing
whatever is knowable – would have hurried
over the fields
to name it – the owl, I mean.
But it’s mine, this poem of the night,
and I just stood there, listening and holding out
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world,
but not for its answers.
And I wish good luck to the owl,
whatever its name –
and I wish great welcome to the snow,
whatever its severe and comfortless
and beautiful meaning.

‘’This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter wind passes.
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on the fresh pastures of promise,
Where the wind will be kind
And blushed with beginning”

On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble,
May the clay dance to balance you.

And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you,
May a flock of colours, indigo, red, green and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you,
An invisible cloak to mind your life.