Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Peace & Resilience

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Brave Roots


Sometimes my roots seem so tangled.  I think I have such secure footing and all I am is a jumble of knots — tight, restricted spaces, so bound by the clenching and grasping, all too familiar way of responding in a space of growth.

The more I try to stretch out and widen my stance, secure my foundation, the more difficult it becomes to untangle, the more I coil my roots in on each other with the trepidation of touching the unknown.

So I wait for the soil to soften, as when the rain comes or the warm sun shines.  I muster the courage to extend just one small tip into the soft and welcoming space around me.

There this brave little part of me, this now untangled root, explores these unknown spaces. I find a stone. Another blockage, another stumbling point, another place to coil and jumble into knots.

Today, I overturn the stone. I dig up new opportunities to grow, not tangled where I’ve been, but stretching out to where I want to go.

As I stretch out, surprisingly I find the roots of others there to hold me and I to hold them as we courageously untangle from ourselves to grow together.

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bristled or spikey
soft or wispy
feelings bud and grow like flower blossoms
designed to attract
designed to protect
all showing up as the latest projections of my unfinished stories
all modeling the birth of new beliefs 
that I am free to cut 
or stop and take in
all the exquisite manifestation of who I think I am and who I know I can be
all beautiful
regardless of the adjectives I attach to their existence

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comfy 3

Here I sit in the middle of my couch.  Extreme joy balancing on one armrest.  Great challenge and sorrow on the other.  There are pillows and soft coverings that support me as I lean to one side or the other.

There is excitement and movement, equal levels of engagement and doing required at either end of my couch.

There are days when I slide over to one side and days that I spend a large amount of time on the other.  Neither better nor worse.  Both engaging my heart and mind in ways that are good for me. Both providing opportunities for me to grow. Both utterly exhausting.

Today I choose not to lean or slide. Today I choose to curl up right here in the middle of it all, to feel the balanced rhythm of my heart, lulled into rest by my breath.  Today I remember the weariness in my bones. Today I remember that laughter and crying use the same muscles.

I smile and melt deep into the cushions of my comfy little couch, so happy to have joy and sorrow by my sides.