I haven’t actually researched mindfulness. I am sure there is a specific plan/ action/ definition/ therapy for mindfulness. I don’t know what that is. I’m guessing I am pretty close in my use of the word though. I’d like to explain to you what MY mindfulness means.
I started my mindfulness by going for walks in my wheelchair and completely leaving my thoughts behind. As soon as I left the house I did not let any thought come and stay. No planning, bills, car repairs, what if’s, stress. At first I would choose to look for something specific so as to give my mind something to do other than think. Find something red. Find something blue. Find a flower in the tree. Find a black and white object. I did this for months with a plan every day of something to search for. When I found what I was looking for, I completely embraced it. I looked at it, smelled it, closed my eyes and felt it, and thought of nothing else but what was right in front of me. I looked at the textures and the colors. I looked at how the light shined on it or the shadows cast on it and how the wind blew it.
Now when I go for walks I don’t always look for something specific. I have done the mindful walks for so long that my mind is automatically clear and I am simply aware of the things I see. I appreciate the clouds. I feel gratitude for the flowers. I let the good in, the beauty in, however beauty is defined that day.
I should change the definition to heartfulness. I am more feeling with my heart and out of my mind. It is a good balance.
The photographs I post are a moment of heart. A moment when whatever I was looking at was all that mattered in the world. Yesterday it was the many lizards on our deck, the bee in the Camellia flowers, the different petals each with their own feel and look and feeling. I started my day by wandering around my yard and just observing and feeling in my heart the colors of the world. Just watching the bee gave me hours of focus on something other than my thoughts. Watching the lizards and the different way they turned their heads and looked at me gave me time outside of my own head. Smelling the honeysuckle, noticing the red in nature gave me something to focus on. My heart is in nature and animals and that is where I can find my peace.
I’ve had some “spam” on my blog of “Yes, we see the same sky pictures.” And I say to those who feel that way: there is never the same sky. You are looking with your eyes and not your heart. And one can always choose to not look at my blog if one finds what I post annoying. I do have a variety that is for sure! Poems, thoughts, emotions, struggles, health issues, mindfulness. I share the photos because they make me feel happy. It saddened me for a moment when I thought it was annoying to someone else to see my photos. But I don’t write for the haters. I write for the survivors, those who choose to go through this journey with me, and those who choose to love.