See
- wilted roses in a dehydrated bouquet - past its prime - propped up in a vase on the kitchen table
- wild growth of weeds and assorted foliage poking through the patio stones
- sagging pockets of something - creating soft jowls on my face, offering a shade of my mom
- cool blue of the pool beckoning
- Kidlet's stack of books and university paperwork on the buffet
- Fritz's frenetic thumping as he fluffs and puffs himself
- clicking of the keyboard keys as my fingers fumble across them
- hissing of the kettle boiling
- chirping from the forest over a track of hum of distant traffic
- sounds of Glee from the TV
- oddly contented and discombobulated at the same time
- melancholy
- hot -- maybe a personal power surge?
- sleepy
- wood burning ... someone has their chiminea blazing
- traces of residual curry from my microwaved leftovers
Taste
- garden fresh tomatoes and pears grown by Dad
- spicy heat from leftover aloo gobi
- cool sweetness of vanilla ice cream laden with walnuts and a dribble of maple syrup
Oh what a fabulous post Lyn ( I may have to copy if that's okay and of course I'll credit you))
ReplyDeleteI do a very similar exercise with my clients but using the body as a way to be mindful and stay in the moment. As a way to deal with the encroaching tendrils of past and future.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Mandy -- but I really "borrowed" the idea from M. Heart so if you are going to credit anyone, it should be her. Hope you are rested from your past few weeks.
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