Relax...Let your teeth come apart a bit ... let your tongue come away from the roof of your mouth.
Breathe in deeply and let it out with a sigh.
Sit comfortably with an erect spine and your head level. Let your gaze rest softly on the screen in front of you. Bring your attention to your breathe. Bring all your attention to the sensations at the edge of your nostrils. If you notice yourself thinking simply say to yourself "thought" and come back to your breath.
When you are ready launch the video below which will guide you through a five minute mindfulness meditation. If you wish you may read the passage below following your meditation.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
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Monday, October 3, 2011
October 3 2011 .... Death Anniversary of St. Francis in 1226
Relax...Let your teeth come apart a bit ... let your tongue come away from the roof of your mouth.
Breathe in deeply and let it out with a sigh.
Sit comfortably with an erect spine and your head level. Let your gaze rest softly on the screen in front of you. Bring your attention to your breathe. Bring all your attention to the sensations at the edge of your nostrils. If you notice yourself thinking simply say to yourself "thought" and come back to your breath.
When you are ready launch the video below which will guide you through a five minute mindfulness meditation. If you wish you may read the passage below following your meditation.
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver
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