The wind winds through the valley.
While I’m watching and waiting,
I breathe slowly.
I breathe deeply.
I breathe with the cadence of chimes,
Gently sampling all that breezes by and through me.
With each breath, all is refreshed.
Like a statue on the Nile, I sit composed.
Resting but not reclining,
Vigilantly I gaze, I listen, but mostly I breathe.
My last breath is gone and I’m not thinking of the next.
Only the current one matters, until it doesn’t, and then only the now-current one does.
Maybe I can make my serenity last forever, or at least a little longer.
Maybe before it too is blowin’ in the wind, I can grab a container to store this moment.
Maybe when I need it the most I can crack open this elixir and return to this moment.,
Maybe NOT … because life goes on …
RECYCLING TRUCK!!! RECYCLING TRUCK!!! Hey, it’s TUESDAY and the RECYCLING TRUCK is here!!!
Monday Mindfulness 
March 25, 2020 at 6:08 am
The wind winds through the valley.
While I’m watching and waiting,
I breathe slowly.
I breathe deeply.
I breathe with the cadence of chimes,
Gently sampling all that breezes by and through me.
With each breath, all is refreshed.
Like a statue on the Nile, I sit composed.
Resting but not reclining,
Vigilantly I gaze, I listen, but mostly I breathe.
My last breath is gone and I’m not thinking of the next.
Only the current one matters, until it doesn’t, and then only the now-current one does.
Maybe I can make my serenity last forever, or at least a little longer.
Maybe before it too is blowin’ in the wind, I can grab a container to store this moment.
Maybe when I need it the most I can crack open this elixir and return to this moment.,
Maybe NOT … because life goes on …
RECYCLING TRUCK!!! RECYCLING TRUCK!!! Hey, it’s TUESDAY and the RECYCLING TRUCK is here!!!
🙂 Murphy The English Setter