Being mindful of mindfulness

This year, instead of  making New Year’s resolutions, which mostly become dissolutions by January 5th, I happened upon this site: oneword365.
And, that’s it for the year…one word.

 I chose MINDFULNESS. Which, ironically, does not mean having a mind full of stuff, but rather a mind full of now. It’s defined on the Mindful website as:

the basic human ability to be fully present, aware of where we are and what we’re doing, and not overly reactive or overwhelmed by what’s going on around us.”

with thanks to Francois at Sketches in Stillness

So many times, I’m just not present in the present. My body is physically there, but my brain is scurrying around like a squirrel looking for nuts I buried in the past and hiding nuts for the future.

And, also weirdly enough, I find myself having to remind me to be mindful. But, I’m getting there…like I’m fully present writing this blog post. A victory, right?!

I tripped across this poem by one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver.    Her poetry washes over my soul, and as goopy as that may sound, it’s the best explanation I have for her incredible talent. So, I thought I’d share it with you:


Mindful by Mary Oliver
Every day
I see or hear
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

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