again and again i try to bring the attention back to the present moment, the here and now. fingers crawl curiously along the keyboard, waves of chamomile and mint perfume the chilled air beneath my nose, posture in check. every detail is slowing down. not judging, just being. someone should say: practice mindfulness as if your life depends on it, beacause it does. once the practitioner enters into an active state of awareness they can then become one with the experience. and then there is focus. and then there is some serious ass whoopin' martial artists and musical masterpieces up the yin and the yang.
a mere chick in a nest of experience, i am endlessly reborn into the world. and learning to flex my mindful muscle is very new. so new, that i have just discovered the art of moving meditation: painting!! how on Earth did i not recognize to remember that painting is the process of self-actualization in the moment! oh dear, have i got a lot to learn... meanwhile, it all changes again and again.. a mere reflection of the conscious movements from one moment to the next..