One Mindful Moment

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.