It seems contradictory, but here’s the thing. I strive to lead a mindful life while at the same time I set out to create mindlessly, that is, without letting my mind get in the way. Can I do it?
I think so. Mainly because I established a routine of showing up whether I feel like it or not, like I do for meetings. I wait through the sludge of clever monkeys and desperation until the flow breaks through and the lovely lines of doodles come.
Have you given yourself or taken on any thirty-day challenges? What came of the challenge? What did you learn about yourself?
I write every day. And here’s why without AI: I write for myself. I write to find myself, to figure out what I think, to understand who I am and how I fit in this world. Only I have access to my writer’s heart, my inner Google app. No AI can help me do that work.
The peace of all-will-be-well comes back to me through open windows of April and October, dancing on birdsong and fresh air, as fleeting as the perfect seasons of Louisiana but as sure and healing as the morning sun.
How long have you been juggling life without taking a breather? Imagine taking it. That’s a good way to begin.
None of my labyrinths are perfect, but I’m not striving for perfection. All of my labyrinths have taken me in, centered me, even when center is north of middle or tucked away in a corner. I leave a labyrinth more present and less afraid of the path before me.
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