Monday Mindfulness

Cultivating Strength, Joy, Calm & Resilience

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The Rock

Steady and receptive,

I stand ready to support you,

and even absorb some of your

sweat and tears,

But I am not here to

carry your burdens.

I offer a place to pause,

to rest,

to integrate,

to evolve,

to do whatever

you need for you.

I am not here to meet your needs 

or to help you learn anything.

I trust that your life is already teaching you.

I am here to create a space where you can 

hear your own heart’s whispers,

and discover how to meet your own needs,

knowing you are safe,

and secure,

in exploring the unfolding of your life for you.


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True Growth

Slowly.

Steadily.

Evolving.

Not striving 

or seeking forward momentum.

Allowing.

Unfolding.

Remembering

that being

does not require becoming.


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Soften

Showing up just as is.

Wearing no mask.

Offering no filter.

Boldly displaying flaws as its character.

Inviting a slow awakening of the mind,

a soft unfolding of the heart.

Awe spontaneously cultivated.

The gaze draws from its surface

into its remarkable uniqueness.

Simplicity and complexity

so readily revealed. 

The flower doesn’t tell it’s story

It just shows up.

Open.

Exposed.

Unapologetically

doing its work,

filling its space in the world,

just as it is.

Stepping into its beauty,

owning its ridges,

thorns,

needs,

and purpose.

Offering a place for the world to pause,

to connect,

to belong,

to soften.


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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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Excitement

It begins with a small sliver,

Cresting the horizon.

Barely noticeable at first,

There is a stirring.

Sparks popcorn through the air.

A simultaneous stillness

Accompanied by a deep and profound desire to dance.

Masked by trees, clouds,

And preoccupied vision,

She goes unnoticed at first,

Simply climbing, filling, growing,

Not making any promises 

Not asking to be seen.

The wise ones feel her arrival.

And whether attuned or not,

prepared or not, 

receptive or not,

She makes her presence known.

Slowly shining more and more brightly,

Occupying more and more space,

Until she cannot be ignored

She ripples through your veins,

She invites wonder and awe.

She offers a compass point through the darkness,

Never imposing a path,

Simply holding the space,

Subtly encouraging your heart

To unlock in ways

Never imagined.

Photo by Jean McDonald


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Revolution

Newness and unfamiliarity

fuel curiosity.

Forward momentum guides creativity. 

Acceptance reveals the path to joy.

Growth is the gift of change.


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The Space Between

Where the wind blows,

light dances

and shadows meander.

The trees sway and grass grows.

Raindrops fall.

The heart beats.

The body feels.

The mind rambles.

Quiet calls.

Stillness and movement reconcile.

This is where grace lives

and love persists.


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Discarded

Alone, 

it rested 

below the fresh 

and blossoming 

bouquet, 

forgotten, 

dropped. 

As if it’s work was done,

the petal fell, 

tired, 

heavy, 

worn.

It left the collective

where it had so faithfully held on,

believing that its beauty lay

in its contribution.

It could hold on no more.

It had to drop away. 

It had to pull apart.

In its moment of letting go 

and seeming it was done,

that petal 

became 

its most beautiful 

version 

of itself.


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At the root of it all

I can no more be in or out of love 

than I can be in or out of my body,

or my breath.

Love is not something temporary,

to be chased,

or clung to.

Love is the essence of freedom,

self expression, and connection.

Love is a state of being

that allows all else to exist.