In my garden, the rose opened. But I was in too much of a hurry, and passed it by. Love remembered me and said, I will make a rose bloom in your heart. -d. Chopra
It’s #mindfulnessmonday. A reflection is in order. How often do you not remember your drive home, because you’re consulting the to-do list in your head, or blasting the radio to drown out that same list?
There’s something very powerful and compelling about silence, and mindfulness. I think some people find it intimidating, and need to fill the spaces with conversation, music, white noise.
There are times where I want to listen to a podcast, or jam out to some 311. But in silence, I start to notice more of what’s all around me. Particularly in this season, when the trees are exchanging last hugs with their leaves until spring introduces new friends to embrace. The colors, well I can’t tell you about them. It will never be like experiencing them. I am grateful for the mindfulness that allows me to bask in the beauty of the landscape all around me.
This is a practice. Being mindful doesn’t always come naturally, especially to those of us who are chronic worriers, or have active, analytical minds. I myself have a total monkey mind, as it’s referred to in yoga. My mind swings from one thought-vine to the next, hardly pausing to notice, to take a breath. So you can see why I meditate.
I have new experiments I’m beginning. I’ve got 3 so far:
- Simplify my life.
- Get rid of stuff I don’t need.
- Blog daily.
That is all. I’m practicing number one right now. Less words. Less thoughts. More living.