The human business of mindfulness such a curious thing
With every breath individual moments of thought and emotion
Little pangs that rattle and tap at my conscience heart
Enter and exit with kindness regardless of felt pleasure or pain
Not mine to edit, simply notice
In my quiet
The judge, the jury and the critic no longer speaking with such volume and in disruptive ways
Creating space the waves now able to reach my shore
Sitting by the ocean I am reminded,
What was lost to the noise of my spirit and mind
Now seems so effortlessly found
In my pauses, in clarified silent ways
I find myself breathing the simple nature of missing you in my days
~Alisa Hutton
so beautiful, I began a daily mindfulness practise after the loss of my mum last year and those words echo my experience exactly. x
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Thank you. It is such a beautiful practise finding that quiet place where we can gently hear our heart.
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I wish I had done it years ago .
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Very much the way I feel about the thought process. I really like this poem.
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Thank you, Renee.
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