he wakes whistling, thrilled by the zipping wind he conjures and reshapes into sharps and flats snaps a crisp unpatterned rhythm with supple-skinned thumb and middle finger (wiped dry between refrains) flickering his wrist for triumphant emphasis mutters a play-by-play commentary to an imagined audience of rapt gamers punctuated with shrieks, chides, wails and groans…
Tag: motherhood
Zen(x)Mas: Our Very First Family Holiday Card
Originally posted on dhamma for mama*:
No tree. No lights. No wrapping paper or gifts (from mom or dad, at least). No Santa. And, this year, no snow… Which is, as my 4 year-old son declared to his dad this morning, the sole factor dictating whether this “quintessential” winter holiday can happen (especially for us…
breathing beauty into the world: a mindfulness practice for children (who are learning to see with eyes of compassion)
Each day I rise, waking to a world of possibilities. I breathe and smile, happy and ready to learn, grow and share. I see the sky, sun, clouds above me. I see the earth, plants, water below me. I feel the air around me. I breathe and smile, knowing that I am in the world…
inviting mindfulness in a moment of madness: how I learned to live the meditation when sitting was not an option
Originally posted on dhamma for mama*:
I was pissed! Once again, despite my wholehearted intentions and efforts, another Wednesday evening had arrived and, instead of meditating with my root sangha (Buddhist meditation community), I was at home. Feeling exhausted, out of sync, and in deep need of restoring myself in a place of uninterrupted quiet…
