Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Calm & Resilience


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Obstacles

I’m not always going to get my way,

but I’m always going to get what’s right for me.

When I let go of forcing outcomes,

stop relying on others for my happiness,

and see obstacles not as a sign of my worth but of my courage and strength,

even what seems like a paralyzing blockage

can be an invitation to take a different path,

go a different way,

or sit right where I am for a moment 

and reflect 

on the beauty, 

awe, 

and opportunity 

that exists right here,

right now,

just the way things are.

Much gratitude to Shari Irby for contributing this photo.


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Ready

Blustery cold takes my breath away.

Frozen, alone, confined to the space of myself.

Sharing my dreams with the walls, longing for the door to open.

Holding on to hope.

Awaiting that precious moment when fingers thaw and

hearts warm.

when the wind carries through the windows the fresh scent of renewal.

Expanding into the sun, 

into my knowing 

my power,

my love,

Into the garden of

wholeness

where I find myself

shedding the cold confinement,

ready to dance,


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Ne

My roots are in my breath.

Every inhale allowing the material and superficial conditions of my being human to fall away.

Every exhale reminding me of the expansiveness of my essence,

the pliability,

permeability,

fluidity,

of my foundation.

Not what I am or

where I’ve been.

Not entrenched in the past or

tethered to the future,

This foundation reminds me,

beyond what matters,

beyond all matter,

that I am not that.

I am holding everything and

holding onto nothing.

My foundation is the launching point.

I am founded

in my unlimitedness.


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And

Where does it end,

the light from the sun 

the light of the moon, 

the dark of the shadows

the vastness of the sky,

cold of winter,

unfurling of spring?

Where is the line 

that separates joy 

from sorrow,

excitement 

from fear?

What fills the space between earth and sky?

Is it my heart?

My body?

My breath?

In my mind I struggle 

to find a separation,

an either or,

a division,

a moment,

where one exists without the other.

I cannot 

and therefore 

I cannot regret.

I cannot long.

I cannot judge,

right or wrong.

I cannot reject sorrow 

or long for joy.

I cannot suffer in darkness or immerse myself fully in light.

I am made of it all.

It is all in me.

Or is none of it?

I am the space that fills 

the space between.

I am the end of light,

the beginning of dark.

I am all of the joy and filled with sorrow.

I am the convergence of earth and sky. 

I am the meeting place for it all.

I am the “and.”


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Anticipation

Bursting with excitement.

Tempted by fear.

To hold back.

To bring less of my

intelligence,

beauty,

creativity,

power

so as not to overwhelm them.

But they feel it anyway.

They want it.

And there is a good chance they won’t be able to handle it.

But that shouldn’t stop me

from being all that I am.

My allness

is ready

to bloom,

in all

of

its

magnificence.


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Whole

What if overflowing is just full enough?

Can empty overflow?

What if stillness is found in movement?

Belonging resides within one’s own heart?

Could need be an illusion, and

Beauty be best seen with the eyes closed?

What if love is a natural state of being and everything else a mistruth?

Receiving,

feeling,

all 

in

love, 

creates not overwhelm, 

but allows joy.

What if what we need seek nothing to experience the state of being whole?


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Vision board

Standing out

Breaking through

Rising up

Getting messy

Making choices

Accepting consequences

Humbly confident 

Unconditionally vulnerable 

More freedom

More joy

More love

Giving

Receiving

Most authentically me.


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Today

Tomorrow is not promised.

Align and open to the greatest gifts of today.

Open to your strengths.

Hold your wounds and weaknesses as reminders.

If you can remember these, you can remember you are something more.

You are something so much more.


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Reimagining

So awkward are these first steps of 

holding on 

and letting go, 

remembering 

and reimagining,

allowing love with all of its bitter suffering 

and sweet consolation, 

reconciling the aliveness 

with the empty space. 

The heart broken open 

to feel more deeply

and love more ferociously.

The painful ebb and flow of longing,

overflowing with fullness,

aching from absence.

Bravely moving 

with and against 

the rhythms of this inescapable dance,

gently wisping and twirling

the scattered parts of the heart

back together,

slowly,

softly

coming

home.