Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Calm & Resilience

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Unearthing

Murky are the surface waters,

Cold and dark, the mud feels heavy.

Abundant are the obstacles to expanding outward.

Unforgiving crevices entice, yet lead nowhere.

Solitary feels this existence.

And still it is called home.

An unknown force – courage perhaps – fuels a simple cell to activate.

A small stirring and restriction becomes the road map.

Containment provides clarity.

Movement replaces stagnation.

This incubation over.

Growth has begun.

Subtly and silently, a leaf

and then a petal.

More and more petals.

Surfacing.

Outstretching.

Unfolding.

Without ceremony.

So Beautiful.

The blossoming that reveals itself from under the mud and muck.


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Catching dreams

Looking into the web of life,

relationships and experiences overlapping.

Sorting.

Parting.

Finding

gaps and angles

through which to feel,

through which to see,

through which to move.

The veil of consciousness pulls back,

revealing that this filter isn’t to keep the negative, dark or painful elements out,

but to feel the self as

forever capable of  

great joy,

ease,

and love,

regardless of all else.

Catching the truth.

Removing doubt

that this life

is here for any other

reason than to notice

and remember 

what is

beautiful.


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Multiple Truths

My capacity is larger than my hurt.

The tear rolls down my cheek, 

just a fraction of the bigger me.

Full and brimming and yet still quite small.

I feel both at the same time,

my tear

and my breath,

my breath

and my heart,

my heart

and my strength.

I can hold grief and gratitude.

Love and disappointment.

Compassion and boundaries.

Sadness and peace.


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Fractionated

Feeling small in the shadows.

Isolated.

Distilled down.

The whole broken

Apart.

Sifting and settling,

Until in the dark,

In the stillness,

In the pain,

A soft voice whispers,

You are something more.

The pieces begin to reform.


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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.


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Grace

You are so wise

…and powerful,

beautiful,

kind,

…and attuned.

You do not have to be any stronger than you are.

You do not have to be more brave than you are.

You do not have to be more balanced than you are,

or flexible,

or creative.

You do not need to be anymore of anything right now.

There is power in peace,

clarity and confidence in grace.

Feel into your wild and free intuition.

Let it guide you unabashedly!!


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Courage

Let it all flow…

Hot and messy

like a volcano.

Root down and rise up,

Stop your feet,

Get low to the ground.

Burst with great force,

triumphantly,

unapologetically,

into the sky

Release the big

and scary

and frustrating.

Shake like a wet dog when you feel stuck or over burdened.

Curl inward and rest until you remember your power.

You are magnificent.

You

are

magnificent.


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Struck

The current flows through me like a lightening bolt.

Jaggedly it rips at my center.

The burning wake of hollowness almost crumbles me to the ground.

As the charge hits the earth,

it dissipates,

diffuses,

extinguished in a flash.

Breath and smoldering flesh hang on.

Roots cling to the soil,

unhinged by the destruction.

The sky still dark,

the air now still,

droplets descend from the clouds as a small peace offering and attempt to soothe.

Shhhh….

calls out the rain.

You will prevail.

Forever changed, yes.

Wearing the beautiful mark

of challenge overcome,

and your willingness to be a conduit

for the powerful energy of

change.


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Tidal Flow

Fresh water mixes with salt.

The gateway brackish,

murky,

churning.

Swimming against the angry currents of

struggle,

despair,

and loss.

Riding the tides with

flexibility

and fortitude,

trust

and patience.

Constantly changing conditions stir hope and determination.

Survival requires adaptability.

Leaving the familiar marshes of the small, quiet stream

to swim in the wide open playground of the ocean.

This choice

a devotion.

This river of tears

leads to an ocean of joy.