My mindful walks always begin with an intention. Today’s number one intention BEFORE my mindful walk was to apologize to someone. Apologies are a forgotten language. I KNOW I did something I should not have. My intent was to sincerely apologize for it. Part 2 was my mindful walk of raindrops.
Here is the cool thing about mindfulness, once you start it, you can’t stop. It took me a good 30 minutes to get to my apology spot because on the way the raindrops kept jumping out at me! It had stormed all night long.
Before I even began with the raindrops my eyes scanned the yard. What could I find with a raindrop. Mindful is aware. What will show itself. There it was. A flower on a rock. Now everyone knows I freaking love finding things that grow out of rocks. A blade of grass, a plant. But here was a flower, a penta, just blooming her little heart out on this rock in my yard. It wasn’t planted, it wasn’t planned, but it grew and thrived and produced beauty. It found a way! Here she is: there is NO soil there. How she did it? Will power I tell ya!
Then the purple flowers that I watch every day were covered in raindrops. They were stunning.
I finally made it to my apology spot. Gave my sincere apology. Heart felt, honest apology and it was taken so well. I so appreciated the forgivness that came after the apology. And forgiveness was not expected or needed. All that needed to be done was me to apologize. I was in the wrong. No words needed to be said by the listener. But they were. And it was kind.
Intention 2 follow the rules of the mindful walk and stay focused on the raindrops. Oh they were on everything. My husband was along for monitoring purposes. I had overdone the day before for my daughter’s birthday and he knew I would try to get out of my wheelchair at every raindrop to take a picture. So I learned a nice lesson today. There needs to be no documentation of a mindful moment. Just knowing it was there is good enough. So I passed a beautiful purple flower hanging from a tree, I acknowledged it’s beauty and moved on. I passed a serious mushroom bright white colony in a mound of mulch. I acknowledged the absolute coolness of the white contrast, and moved along.
I could not pass these pink, really glowing, fluorescent almost flowers with raindrops. So I stood up to take their picture. Each flower was different. The edges, the center, some soft, some frayed, some white, some all pink, covered in raindrops.
Then this yellow flower. I planted this at least 10 years ago for my daughter’s birthday so that every day when I saw them I would think of the magical day she was born, which then always brings this photo to mind so I had to put it here too. Being mindful of love is very important. I love my daughter immensely. I look at this yellow flower and am reminded of the day she came into this world. This picture of me holding her as a newborn seems like a lifetime ago, but my love for her just grows and grows.
As our mindful walk concluded I pulled into the driveway to discover this pink flower. Then these white flowers. I have no idea what the white flowers are. I believe the pink flower is a 4 o’clock. How many times had I passed it. Right there next to the driveway. I was so focused on the flower on the rock I didn’t even see this tiny pink flower among the ferns. And she so deserved to be recognized. I didn’t plant her either. It seems blessings in nature find their way to my yard and I am daily thankful for the ability to notice them, even if I pass them by the first time. Sometimes it takes turning back around, coming from a different direction, to see what you could not see before. But the beauty was there all along.