Reflections on a one-year road test of mindfulness meditation

Photo of tranquil river scene in NSW, Australia.
Photo of tranquil river scene in NSW, Australia.
Murrumbidgee river, NSW, Australia.

The cynical marketing of mindfulness as a panacea for a world of corporate ills have made many of us sceptical about its proclaimed benefits. Mindfulness as a tool for overworked executives. Mindfulness as a relief valve for gig-economy workers. And recently there’s been the news of Amazon’s provision of mindfulness booths in its ‘dystopian’ warehouses (Kelly, J., 2021). No, mindfulness is certainly not a solution to the problems of poor pay and bad working conditions; however, if we can cut through the hype and dig through to the roots of mindfulness and specifically the practice of mindfulness, we may find…


Keeping track of your thinking processes across research and design projects may give you insights that will help you meet new challenges more effectively.

Journal and fountain pens
Journal and fountain pens

The philosopher George Santayana famously said that “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” That’s perhaps the most useful and practical way in which to use a reflective journal: as a means of remembering. As a means of time-traveling to revisit thought processes that emerged on a project or a problem scenario in the past. We can use those captured insights from the past to avoid making the same mistakes, avoid repeating patterns of behaviour that didn’t work, to help make better decisions about the best way forward.

“Research shows that the more we write about…


The sudden violent downpour on the coast
That soaked the surfers, paddlers,
Bleeping beachcombers,
Filled the creek that had been
Entombed,
Pouring from its concrete pipe mouth
A dirty flood that
Cut a thick V-shaped
Gouge
Across the sand

The gushing silty water
Carried leaves,
Branches, twigs, worms,
Drowned insects,
Tumbling to the waves,
Shards of shimmering
Plastic wrapper
That a fishing Tern
Swooped on
And then disgustedly
Rejected

And among the mess and foam
A snake-belt buckling against
The current,
The silvered slithering
Of an eel
Which writhed and turned
In febrile opposition
Against itself,
It moved sideways, backward,
Longward to the advancing salty tide…


Backyard gum trees provide homes and food for multiple species, but as building density in suburbia increases, the pressure on this important habitat has intensified.

Early morning Blackbutt Gum Tree, Eucalyptus pilularis

New Year’s Eve and I’m up on a ladder cleaning out our gutters. This wet La Niña Christmas, the large Eucalyptus pilularis in our yard has been showering us with gifts of bark, leaves, gum-nutted twigs and long dry branches. A magnificent Blackbutt Gum, it is the tallest tree in the neighbourhood, a stand-out landmark in our low-rise beach-side suburbia. We can see its towering frame as we return from work, or from a tiring visit to the shops; home is where this tree is.

The bounty of bark and branches that it gives us is useful, harvested and put…


Autumnal scene — trees with golden leaves
Autumnal scene — trees with golden leaves

When asked about religion, Mr. O’Connor used to laugh and say: I believe in life before death. And right enough, he used to enjoy a good time to himself. He got through a packet of ten cigars every week, more around Christmas time, and he would have a glass of whiskey of a night time, if there was football or anything good on the television.

It was only after he had the stroke that he began to overindulge himself, and Mrs. O’Connor was sure that it was as a result of his condition, this inability to know when to stop…


Trained in the Army, moved to the pipelines

X-ray. Photo: Wikipedia

Jim lived along the same landing of Arlington House hostel as Phil and Peter — the Kildare bhoys, and a contingent of other Irish fellas, from both sides of the border, and both sides of the religious divide. They looked out for one another, kept each other company, provided support when someone was ill or feeling miserable, helped each other out when funds run low; and regaled each other with yarns and stories about the glory days of their youth….

When Jim was in hospital, Peter came to visit him every day, his only visitor. And while Jim was recovering…


Interview with ‘Peter’ who lived a working life digging in the tunnels — where ‘you could be drowned, you could be gassed’ at any minute.

In the tunnels of the Victoria Line

Peter was an enthusiastic voluntary worker around the hostel— not that he would ever have described himself in such terms, or expected any credit. No, he just helped his mates out along the landing, calling in on the older residents who couldn’t manage to get up and about much. When I called in to see him, he proudly showed me around his small but comfortable room, immaculately clean, furnished with TV and a fridge, which was stuffed with about a month’s supply of food, and which he was especially pleased with. Used to a lifetime getting up early and getting…


Resurfacing after twenty years, interviews with the Irish residents of Arlington House, London’s biggest hostel for the homeless.

Picture of the floppy disk used for ‘Interview book back-up’
Picture of the floppy disk used for ‘Interview book back-up’
Floppy disk used for ‘interview book back-up’

Back in 1998, I was too caught up in the dizzy excitement of the bright new digital world to give these interviews the attention they deserved. The internet was just opening up in an electric ocean of endless possibilities and was going to change everything we knew. I was determined that I was going to be a part of that bright new future. I didn’t understand that in the yin and yang of the web there was a dark side too.

I did put the stories together in various forms and some were published in The Irish Post and Force…


This famous hostel for the homeless in London’s Camden Town once housed writers George Orwell and Patrick Kavanagh and inspired both the Pogues and Madness

Arlington House, Camden Town

Arlington House, built by Lord Rowton in 1905, is the UK’s largest hostel for the homeless. The hostel has an illustrious history, having housed many thousands of homeless working men over the years, including the Down and Out in Paris and London era George Orwell, and the celebrated Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh. There’s even a rumour that Ho Chi Minh, the Vietnamese revolutionary leader stayed there.

From the outset, Arlington House has always provided accommodation for men irrespective of their creed, class, colour or nationality; it has, however, always had an especial importance for the Irish. The poet Patrick Kavanagh…


Kevin had been a rocker with a cool Norton motorcycle and a leather jacket, but an accident at a plastics factory radically changed his life.

Norton motorcycle advert. Image: Cybermotorcycle.com
Norton motorcycle advert. Image: Cybermotorcycle.com
Norton motorcycle advert. Image: Cybermotorcycle.com

Kevin was admired In Arlington House hostel as a man of great courage and integrity. Despite the horrendous troubles he has suffered in his past life, he rarely complained; instead, he kept himself busy collecting bits and pieces of scrap metal in the Camden area.

In the hostel, he finally gained some peace of mind, and was more settled and content than he had been for many years. And nobody judged him on his past life — a worry which has prevented him resettling back in Ireland

Kevin’s life was dominated by his illness of 1956-’58, possibly caused by exposure…

jim mccool

Human-Centred-Design consultant, critical thinker, writer, researcher, storyteller, believes we can work together to find a better way to live.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store