Mindfulness in everyday life.
Week ago, on the last warm autumn afternoon, Mark and I walked along the river. Eventually, we arrived at Telulah park. People played disc golf, families communed, and kids embraced the skate park. One kid waited patiently, then took a turn: skateboard revved, onto the downhill, up the curved side, and then his moment, an attempted trick, which left him on the ground. He stood up, walked away, and waited for his next turn.
Our trees are bare. Strong winds roar through naked branches. I appreciate trees in all seasons. During winter, they teach me about vulnerability, resilience, and courage. There’s no place to hide (no protective leaves), just bare branches. During this pandemic (and its inexpressible stresses), we’re all raw, vulnerable, and bare. Still, we often protect our tender hearts.
On my website, there’s a page where people can share anonymously. Last weekend, I received this powerful message (which deserves a response).
