One Mindful Moment

Power

Pip – bewildered. Bribed with a few treats, shut in to the conservatory while the wild birds are feeding.

What power we hold and exert over the creatures who live near to us.

Dolphin

Comical Venetian sea-creature,

Like the city - old, damaged, imperfect

But scattered through with gold-dust,

Glinting in the sunlight,

Beautiful in imperfection.

Crumbs

On my plate, crumbs from my breakfast croissant;

What I leave behind becomes a banquet for a blue-tit.

Nest

 

In the naked, defoliated winter tree

 - an abandoned nest,

entrapped in the filigree.

 

Waiting tree!

waiting for buds to burst,

Leaves to grow...

To become a refuge

As the birds return within.

Breathe

In a time for coughs and colds,

Hearing an asthmatic’s morning wheeze

I breathe in – clearly, mindfully

Mindfully out – with ease

I notice no effort for myself

For this absence, I give thanks.

 

[Image from Healthveda.com]

Books

Most days, these bags carry food for my body.

Today – an endless banquet for my Soul.

Sunbeams

 

 

A bright but freezing day:

Sunbeams cut through steam

Rising from the icy road through the wood.

I look for their source of issue:

Surely, God’s pointy finger?

 

He was always up there,

in my childhood bible books,

Snowy beard, pointy finger, sunbeam.

 

When I take a walk in the woods these days,

God is still there with the sunbeams -

Still with pointy fingers,

But now She prefers to dance.

 

* Image from Hippy Peace Freaks

 

Burn

 

As the burn heals -

Weeping, tightening,

Drying, cracking, splitting

Carrier-bag and seat belt cutting...

Wince and tear-making

But grateful to have two hands...

A New Home for my Mindful Moments

 


At my sunlit desk,

In the radiance

of the Cuzco Madonna and Child

Bestowing their gentle blessing,

Smiling out from their silver frame,

I conjure a new on-line presence,

A home for One Mindful Moment,

each day, to add to the River.

 

Throughout January 2012, I participated in the enriching experience of recording a daily moment of mindful observation about whatever the particular day happened to bring, (a 'Small Stone'  of remembering), which I then contributed, with many other people, to the 'River of Stones' at Fiona Robyn and Kaspa Thompson's 'Writing Our Way Home'

I have been inspired to continue recording these daily observations by creating this dedicated blog - a daily practice for myself, and maybe a little glimpse into my day for any of you who happen to pass by. If you visit, Welcome and thank you - I'd love it if you left a 'small stone' - a comment of your own behind for me to remember you by.