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Enso and the Art of Mindfulness.
On the first of July 2016 I started a project inspired by Wendy Ann Greenhalgh and her book Mindfulness and the Art of Drawing. You can read Wendy's post here...
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Awake August 2016
As in other years, I've taken on a Mindful Writing Challenge, initiated by Kaspalita Thompson and Satya Robyn ofWriting Our Way Home. I may not be able to post something every day, so the titles refer...
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Awake August 2
Stringing chillies, singing workman, breaking tiles and tinkling teaspoons, coffee flavoured breeze.
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Awake August 4
Sitting by an open window something in the movement of the air reminds me of my schooldays. Summer, the science lab, cherry trees.
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Awake August 5
The landscape of siesta, late afternoon sun setting on a crumpled bed of roses.
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Awake August 7
Washing the dishes - loving and revisiting and remembering the texture and colour of each item, its history, its use, the feel of it in water and out - knowing that I'm washing the dishes.
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Awake August 8
Rival gangs of young blackbirds fighting raucously for figs scatter suddenly to their separate roofs. The cat is sneaking up the tree.
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Awake August 9
On the vets table she is stilled by fear, her eyes, usually an inscrutable jade, are huge and deeply black in her small triangle face. Holding her, I feel her heart pounding like a tiny drum. She...
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Awake August 10
Three small butterflies dance along the geranium hedge, accompanied by the music of the city and the unwavering attention of the white cat.
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Awake August 11
Making tea I realise that part of the intrinsic pleasure is cupping the warm body of the teapot, feeling how its roundness fits into the palm of my hand.
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Pausing, I stood between the damp billowing sheets, enjoying their cool lavender caress.
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Awake August 13
Grey falls like a soft blanket over the blue, summer raindrops thud slowly onto the garden umbrella.
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Awake August 14
Skeins of cloud usher in a cooler morning; the fridge hums a happier song.
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Awake August 15
While celebrating the full moon with a simple ceremony, I breath the fragrant weight and completeness of the cup, the warmth of the circle within and without, endless spaciousness in my hands.
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Awake August 16
Preparing lunch in the honeyed light of the kitchen, my husband sanding wood in the next room, a cat weaving around my legs, the 12.30 bus revving up the hill, and the squeak of garlic against knife.
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Awake August #17
The oscillating fan is a lighthouse, sending out beams of coolness that cut and slice the dark heavy heat.
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Awake August #18
Scratchy heatblasted August, early summer's fecundity has withered with the already falling leaves.There are no flowers to offer, only these mediterranean gifts, some basil and parsley and a few small...
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It's been a year, but there has been writing and drawing and photography. And now there is Zen and Treeleaf and Ango and Jukai and even sewing. And there's still Art of Mindfulness and now Stop, look,...
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Saudade
'Saudade (English: /ˌsaʊˈdɑːdə/,[1] European Portuguese: [sɐwˈðaðɨ], Brazilian Portuguese: [sawˈdad(ʒ)i], Galician: [sawˈðaðɪ]; plural saudades)[2] is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound...
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