Burning incense
Scented smoke curling
All the small dramas of the day
dissipating, unfurling.
Leaving only the thought
Did I inhabit this day?
Small anchors set down throughout the expanse of hours. The morning run, that meal, a bunch of grapes, breathing while I swim, lap after lap. The feel of the damp grass, Bodhi’s warm body beside me on the step, her head nuzzling the crook in my arm. Hot concrete beneath my feet, laundry basket digging into my hip, the smell of clean, the snap of material as it is folded. The smells of cooking. Standing in the shower, inhaling soap, cream, the feel of my skin. If we don’t begin to be mindful, our lives are full of empty hours, passing without our presence within them.
Lovely 🤗
Thanks Yassy ☺️💕✨
You are welcome, Kate 💖
o this is wonderful, Kate: it’s so in sync where my thoughts are, that Buddhist saying: ‘Be here now; or you will miss your life’; but I like your saying even more: Did I inhabit the day? beautiful 🙂
Thanks John. It’s so easy to get caught up. I really make an effort not to because I forget things, tip into automatic pilot and before I know it the day is over and I’m wondering what happened to my beautiful day?
yes, it is easy to get caught up.to get entangled in little things ; I may put up a post about that if I can simplify the telling —-
A thought we should ask ourselves everyday. Thank you.
Beautifully said Kate. Have a marvellous day 🙏
Thanks Chris, you too ✨
It’s wonderful to just be in the moment and appreciate the beauty of it all