I went from meditation drop-out to meditative writer, then wrote Breathing Underwater, a manual for self-guided meditative writing I came upon this blog that I wrote years ago about working with my manuscript of meditative poems. The poems charted my journey on a five minutes a day forty-day retreat into the ocean, which changed my life. I drafted the story of my ocean retreat into meditative writing manual with the working title Breathing Underwater. I am now using that manual to teach Ocean Writing workshops. The next starts 24 July.

The headline pops up on my phone, white letters in a red rectangle: fare for atomkrig …A forecast for nuclear war, like a weather warning, like the category two hurricane they gave us a two-day notice of last month. Another headline tells me there are 128 fallout shelters on the…

NORWAY OPENS UP... I didn't think I would notice. I have felt all along it was hard to distinguish the pandemic's new world order from our…rasmasays.wordpress.com

It is 14:27, Saturday afternoon, 25 September. Oh yes, 2021. The year-2021-is important. It’s everything right now. This is day 561 of Norway’s Covid lockdown…and this is the last hour and a half. People who are sitting in restaurants and bars, one meter apart as is their Covid habit, are…

I saw an amazing report on the news last night about an incident in Afghanistan. The report by Norwegian journalist Yama Wolasmal was shocking and inspiring. It is a clear demonstration of the need for good journalists, now more than ever, engaging in the public debate. I think this…

poem Half-life The dog runs to the door of the house then back to his master to the door then back to his master who is walking…rasmahaidri.wordpress.com

Digital Reading Revisited

Or: where digitalized reading leads and misleads Okay, so I’m reading a poem in the online New Yorker on my iPad, enjoying the frolic through language so much I glance at the poet’s short biography — a Polish man — so this is a translation, but how his sentences cavort…

By Rasma Haidri On Twitter yesterday I saw someone ask if he can call himself a memoirist because he keeps journals. No, I wanted to say, but didn’t. I resist engaging in social media conversations with strangers (although I’m told that is the point of social media). Nothing proves Goethe’s…