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Has Mindfulness Had Its Day?

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By Willem Kuyken Ph.D, Gary Drevitch Verified
| Psychology Today Verified
Recently, a colleague said: “I think mindfulness has had its day.” I felt alarm, confusion, quiet hurt, and a flash of anger. I didn’t trust my reaction or my impulse to push back. So I sat with it. I’ve heard some version of this comment in different countries, from a range of colleagues—each time with a different mix of curiosity, concern, even relief. As if we’ve been surfing a wave, and now it’s time to move on to the next one.
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Responding Wisely: The Possibility in the Pause

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By Willem Kuyken Ph.D
| Psychology Today Verified
I was in my living room this week with my grandson, Noah, and Rufus, my dog. Noah was playing with his trucks, and Rufus was asleep in his bed. I’d placed my mug of tea on the arm of my chair—my Parkinson’s tremors had been bad that day—and it crashed to the floor. The tea spilled, and the mug’s handle broke. Rufus looked up, came over to sniff the liquid to see if it was worth drinking, decided it wasn’t, and padded back to his bed. Noah looked on with delight—the crash, the spill, the reactions.
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Responding Wisely: The Possibility in the Pause - Willem Kuyken Ph.d

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By Willem Kuyken Ph.D
| QOSHE
I was in my living room this week with my grandson, Noah, and Rufus, my dog. Noah was playing with his trucks, and Rufus was asleep in his bed. I’d placed my mug of tea on the arm of my chair—my Parkinson’s tremors had been bad that day—and it crashed to the floor. The tea spilled, and the mug’s handle broke. Rufus looked up, came over to sniff the liquid to see if it was worth drinking, decided it wasn’t, and padded back to his bed. Noah looked on with delight—the crash, the spill, the reactions.
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