by Donna Martin
This poem is so relevant. When we spend time "just noticing" the small moments, we learn who we are. Yes, that probably sounds cliché. But, it is true.
When we pay attention to our body, to our breath, to the stillness, inspiration comes. Inspiration from something beyond ourselves.
When I need some balance,
The sound of silence sings its song,
And carries me so gently to
A land beyond "it's right or wrong".
When I need an insight,
The whispers of the old wise ones
Can penetrate the fog of thoughts
And bring a light that's like a sun.
And when I need uplifting,
To rise above heart heaviness,
A sense of joyful gratitude
Can bring a smile of happiness.
But when I am too weary
To hear the song of silence sing,
When whispers stop, no smile, no joy,
I rest into just noticing.
Just noticing whatever's there,
A breath comes in, a breath goes out,
Surrounded by and filled with air,
Just noticing becomes my prayer.
Take Time to Notice......
This morning as I sat with my morning coffee and the dog on my lap, I listened. I heard the wind, a very soft, gentle wind, whisper through the trees. I heard the sound of a distant car. But then, but then I heard the birds. The sound of a tweedle song, a caw caw caw as a big black bird few by. I won't get all of the sounds right, so use your imagination. Another sound, a woop, woop woop. I don't know what kind of bird makes that lovely song. There's nothing like the sounds of the morning in the summer.
Sometime today, If you can, go outside. Put your feet on the ground (no shoes, just feet) and listen. Be part of the beauty of nature. You'll be glad you did.
En-joy your day.
by Vicki Schneider
I woke up about 6 am, a rather traditional morning for me. I went about my routine. I turned the coffee pot on, let the dog outside, then put her food in her bowl, and sat down on the sofa. I do this nearly everyday.
As I sat on the couch it occurred to me that even though I enjoy sitting with a cup of coffee, it is becoming very very routine. This is a very mindless way of approaching my morning. It is mindless. It is mindless in that I’m not observing anymore. I’m not thinking anymore. And, I’m not present anymore as I go through this daily ritual a bit like a robot.
It is now 7 am. It is time to get ready to start my work day. I’m going to be mindful of the usual tasks involved in this traditional routine too – brushing teeth, taking a shower, and getting dressed. I’m going to be involved in these simple activities. That way I won’t show up to work with a blue sock and a brown one!
Sasha and I hope you have a joy-filled, mindful day!