Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Calm & Resilience

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Night follies

Tossing and turning

to release the entanglements,

the incomplete exchanges,

the charges,

the depletions,

the crossings,

taking from,

or rejecting

others

and self.

Battling in the darkness

the shame

and judgment

of the weaknesses,

mistakes,

and stuckness.

Playing the game

of loathing,

disaappintment,

protection,

defeat,

revenge,

in my sleep.

All the while knowing that whatever happened yesterday does not decide today.  

No matter the outcome of the dreams or circumstances of before,

I will awake to a whole new tomorrow,

another opportunity to play.


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Enough

Stand in your joy!

Exude love,

kindness,

generosity.

Not because they will gain you respect

or stature

or power

or success.

But because that is who you are,

and you deserve to walk into every room before you,

swinging that door open with healthy arrogance,

ready to share your grace and goodness,

just as you are,

with those fortunate enough to be in your presence.


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On Being Seen

Finding the balance between expressing and encroaching,

between stepping back and leaning in.

There are moments to blend

and times to expand.

Expressing one’s colors

requires softness and boldness,

the ability to complement and hold up another and still stand fully on your own.

Today, will it be accent or statement?

There are places to be both.


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Full Me Rising

I am so powerful that I can command my own suffering to inform change.

I am so creative that I can find solutions to the underlying mysteries of my experiences.

I am so brave that I can step into my full consciousness and awareness with grace.

I am so smart that I can turn to love, kindness, and joy at any moment,

cultivating it within and inspiring it around me,

even in a world focused on being something else.


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Resonate

In her enormity,

unruliness,

and most unyielding state,

she is soft,

subtle,

clear in her direction,

ever capable of moving,

shifting,

adapting,

aligned,

attuned,

resonate,

in her power

and beauty.

We drink of her,

ride upon her crests,

sink cradled in her stillness,

follow her home,

allow her to absorb our burdens,

as we find peace by her side.

She reflects back to us always

what we need most to see.


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Unseeing

The gift of sight is precious.

And the gift of sight quite limiting.

Energy bent,

refracted,

contorted,

to fit the confines of the mind.

Even with eyes closed,

the mind is seeing.

All of it fabricated.

If the image banks once overflowing were purged,

all unseen,

what would remain?

The seer.

The knower behind and beyond the images.

The opportunity to reimagine,

as in dreams,

as in daydreams,

as in reality,

all for the sake of being seen.


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Potentiality

The light turns green.

Out of the depot pours the continuous stream of yellow-orange pods.

They move like ants,

single file at first,

jockeying for the lead,

then dispersing.

Like homing pigeons

with seemingly choreographed maneuvers,

they dance across the dashed lines and in between the rows of trees.

They scurry off to their destinations,

one single mission,

primed to transport their precious cargo,

conveyors of potentiality.


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The Illusive Quest for Meaning

This existence

is not to be hijacked

by a search for meaning.

It is an opportunity for knowing.

There need not be searching

or seeking,

striving or controlling.

Engage the senses.

Unlock the mind.

Move the body.

Come into the knowing.

Of gentleness as strength.

Of vulnerability as power.

Of tenderness as intelligence.

Tap into the council of thoughts and feelings.

Enlist curiosity

as a teacher,

and grace as the doorkeeper.

Flanked by patience and excitement as treasured friends,

need nothing,

lack nothing,

owe nothing,

prove nothing.

Let truth be clouded by nothing.

Nothing needs control.

In a state of knowing,

nothing matters.


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Conviction

If our morals and beliefs suggest that we should all

love,

support,

and guide one another,

then wouldn’t true,

authentic

moral conviction

show up in the form of

grace

and forgiveness,

not shackles?

A calling back of the misguided to the embrace of

patience and gentleness,

not humiliation

and chastisement.

The invitation

to not be isolated,

but to come closer.

To take accountability.

To grieve in communion

for the loss

of others wounded by their actions

and

for their own internal suffering.

To wail in the arms of

a community

that shoulders mistakes,

missteps,

and misdeeds,

with understanding and humility,

no matter how egregious

on the surface.

To shed tears together to cleanse,

not punish,

embrace,

not discard,

teach,

not convict.