C.M. Rivers
Now Flowing ~ Contemplative Essays ~ Poetry ~ Memoir
Tag: mindfulness
Circles
If I didn’t have to go to work today, I’d write a clever turn-of-phrase or a cryptic suggestion only you would understand the meaning of. I’d spend my time among the dead, paying my respects with a few well-put-together lines destined to become a…
From “Lessons From The Body” by Manuela Reeds
”If you grew up in western culture, you were taught to trust a reasoning mind, facts, and scientific evidence – not to listen to your body. You probably had no lessons in school to teach you to slow down and trust your bodily sensations….
Whirlwind: How The Heart Is Wiser Than The Mind
There are times when our thoughts sweep us away. We get caught up in the whirlwind of the mind’s magnetic pull, and something needs to happen to reel us back to the moment we’re actually in and what is happening there. It could be…
Alchemy
The peacock struts around eating things that are brightly colored: plants, insects and snakes. Much of what it eats is poisonous. May we learn to move closer to pain, invite in the Lady of Sorrows to sit it at our table, as…
Real Time
What have we been, in the very ground of our being? What might we become? These questions are of past and future. In trying to answer them, we will not find peace. Carry the wind of the present in your heart and you will…
Quote by Matt Licata
Enter deeply into your neurosis, your anxiety, your panic, your confusion, your suffering, and your fear – get to know it’s textures, qualities and fragrances, and allow it to take you into the secret chamber buried inside your own body. For within the mandala…
Remember
Meanwhile, the wind blows, incredibly. The sun rises – seen or unseen – and moves across the sky, incredibly. Water covers most of the planet. Effervescent laughter is remembered. The vast silence of the world helps quiet the noise of your mind. The great…
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