The search for Mindfulness: a Daily Practice

These days it is hard to be mindful. So much negativity and anger floating around, bogging us down. In a mindfulness group I run we dived into a daily practice for the month of December (yes that was so 2016, seems like only yesterday).

We began by splashing and smearing paint on old folders (the 1/3 tabs). Then turning them into small books.

Using a prepared calendar with prompts for each day's mindful practice. The writing of a goal. Contemplating on a color. Conjuring and writing a pleasant memory. And so on...

Everyone approached the tasks a bit differently. Some with words, others with pictures, or even drawings. Everything/anything was OK. The purpose had been achieved. To slow down, stop, contemplate for a few minutes, before getting all wrapped-up in the day. Or as a breather after a long day.

Having served its purpose, we now place it aside and ourselves permission to pick-it-up when we need a break. A distraction, and a breath.

Have the courage to create.

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