how often do we stop enjoying the little things that surround us each day? the taste of the tea the smell of wisteria blooming the feel of the sun on shoulders the sight of a tree wreathed in green the sound of the birds welcoming spring how often do we stop?
Category: mindfulness
my
i will speak my truth without hesistation. maybe you will like it. maybe you will hate it. if i let that shape me i am not me, and this would not be my truth.
one
feel the Universe breathe in the stardust breathe out particles of self we are one
sitting
sit and focus on your breathing allow your mind to drift let it touch on what you have to do or scream about the waste of time let it dwell on the wrong done to you or by you watch it carry on and breath
authentic
authenic me is hard to find among the clamoring demands of friends, family, coworkers, society, humanity.
toes
toes in the sunshine sandals on my feet a spring day in winter
moments
i move my body stretch and strengthen tears come unbidden flowing even as i move within this safe space nothing to resist they are in the moment
time
learning to live present in each moment accepting the words as true though the bite stings in old wounds feel the rawness the tender edges they will heal
spin
i watch as my mind cycles through its habitual twists and turns. i see how one event is good then bad then good. the truth is neither good nor bad but the mind can make it seem so. better to just watch as my mind cycles free from that neverending spin.
release
i sit and ponder how i came to this till i remember to release my thought and breath
stop
take the time to pause before you open your mouth to say something you only mean in the moment.
senses
stop to breath. feel the breeze tickle the hairs on your hand. smell the home cooking so good you can practically taste it. hear children laughing as they make up new rules to old games. see the love the world offers.
