My intention for this blog is an opportunity to share personal and general observations, experiences and musings of living day to day in our busy lives.
It is strange, but starting this is triggering anxiety and racing thoughts about what this might be like, how it might be interpreted, judged or criticised. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly my mind kidnaps my attention, taking me off into a fantasy world, yet I know intellectually the most productive response is to bring my awareness to my body and my breath. So taking a step back and getting my feet on the floor, doing what my teacher always tells me to do – ground myself, feel the connection of ground/floor, body and breath, and when I do that the chatter seems to peter off. When I drop my attention and allow my body to be ‘my teacher and guide’, then I have a clean slate, which enables me and the day to unfold, bit by bit, without condemning external noise and distraction.
I travelled to London recently to see my teacher and share some mindfulness together, and we started with a ‘loving kindness’ body scan, paying attention around the body, and specifically bringing an attitude of loving kindness to the body. This gentle and kindly practice triggers something deep in my soul, as I listen to my body and gently massage and tap around each section of my body, it responds with gratitude and delight. It wakes up, is alert, it tingles, it’s warm, and very much alive. How little it requires to become alert and awake. It reminded me of a day in nature earlier in the year, after a spell of dry weather, the clouds opened their flood gates and there was a down-pouring of rain. As I watched the grass I was intrigued as to how it welcomed the rain water. Each little individual blade of grass was dancing in the rain, each touch made them bounce and jump around, it was like they were joyful and delighting, welcoming the rain, coming alive with each life giving and nurturing drop and touch. The universality of kindness and nurturing is around us everywhere, and reminds me that the simplest things are sometimes the most profound, when we stop to take a little bit of time to apply this to ourselves and others and when we watch and observe.