Being mindful


I spoke with a friend about mindfulness last evening.

Today several things showed up in various on-line forums I frequent, referring to this very topic.

And so at 3.45 p.m. today I sat down on my porch swing, closed my eyes, and listened.  To the squirrels playing.  To the leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.  To the sound of the porch swing.  To the occasional car passing by.  To an inner voice too.

Thirty minutes later, one would have thought I’d had a yoga session or something.  All seemed aligned and better.



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