Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Peace & Resilience


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Quilted Imprints

There is an artistry to the life we live. The patterns and colors that emerge as a result of our presence here in this space are unique. No two of us the same, yet all of us connected, we weave together the tapestry of this existence. The fabric of each moment carries the design of what we choose to contribute and what we choose to leave behind — spaces forever colored by our presence…long after we have left the room.

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Resilience

How is it this cut flower, detached from its roots, has the capacity to re-grow itself, to expand in a new form, and when it seems to be at the end of its existence is capable of new life?

Resilience.


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The Flurry

Snowflakes are gently falling, wet, heavy, cold. The air is still.  Yet, as if aligned with a predetermined path down, they fall, curling and dancing on invisible threads. How beautifully and carefully they weave the fabric of the newly formed blanket of white.

The landscape now changes. Familiar objects and colors fade as I grasp for their memories.  Each flake masking more and more of what I know, as more of my roots and my foundation fade.

They blur my vision as they spin and race to weave the blanket. They only create the illusion that what I know is no more.

For when I pause to breathe, I see. These dancing flakes inspire a new kind of looking, as if through a clouded window that needs to be cleared. My breath the cloth that wipes the window clean.

Faith reminds me that I know where I am, who I am, even as all I know disappears under the blanket.

And then, almost as quickly as the storm started, the flurry ends. Almost as quickly as they appeared the flakes melt away.

With this new moment, the sun shines. With this new moment, rays of light now dance on the same threads that wove the blanket.

Once more I am reunited with the familiar. Finding my roots and the landscape just as I had left it – once buried, never lost.


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Part of Me

part of me - clouds

The pain weighs so heavy on my body,

Pressing deep into my chest,

Down into my bones,

Constricting every drop of my being.

 

Yet, the breath still flows

Light and free.

There is courage, hope, relief

As I recall that the pain is just a part of me.

 

No matter how sad, or mad, or defeated I want to feel,

The pain can never be bigger than me

Because the pain is just a part of me.

 


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The Verge

verge

I am on the verge,

the verge of wondrous things or perhaps tremendous calamity.

It really makes no difference.  The precipice is the same, the grander just the same.

There is beauty in it all,

Grace in it all,

Peace in it all,

Because all is love.

All is love.

 


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Response-Able

I am whole.

I am complete.

I am not waiting for anything.

I am aware of all that is going on inside and all around me.

There is choice at the base of my every action.

I am powerful and free.

I am responsible.

I am response-ABLE.


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Coeur…age

Think with your heart. Have faith in your instincts. Place yourself in unfamiliar positions and you just might find you are more comfortable and happier than you ever imagined you could be.