Sitting here on my couch mindful of my environment, the ticking of the pipes as the boiler runs to warm the house on this overcast chilly spring morning. My wife talking on the phone in another room. Construction sounds outside as a house is being finished up the street. And the distant din of cars and trucks fill in the background.
Turning my mindfulness inward, I am aware of the restlessness churning within. As a previous pattern of illness leaves my body, I can feel the slow steady feeling of strength and vitality make their welcomed return. Again things have changed. Again the curve ball of life has thrown me far afield of exploring my creativity and expression. It has been quite some months since I pulled out pen and Bristol board, or my brushes have touched paint. and for my Tama drum set, well, I recently set it back up, but nary a beat have the neighbors heard.
My intention is to teach and continue to learn the subtle art of mindfulness. To move past my ego and remaining narrowness to a distant horizon. I had read a book (three times so far!) titled: Leadership and Self-Deception by The Arbinger Institute. I knew after reading it that I wanted to find a similar environment to be creative in, to hopefully effect some change with, both internally and externally. It is worth a read.
Later I plan to pull out my favorite Tarot deck, look for more omens, send out intentions and exercise my creativity and maybe some Yoga. My heart is open, my mind equally so. In the distance a dog is barking and a small bird chirps. I remain mindful.
The Journey of a thousand miles 