Mindfulness is the willingness to accept the truth of each moment.
Moments are dangerous, painful, delirious, filled with satiation. Many moments are dreamy; in some you are zoned out, or sometimes protective. How many tired moments do we have? Then, immersed in activity or asleep we forget about the moments.
Awareness is mindful. Of the dangers, the pleasures: where you will be enticed, or flattered, or hurt; where the simplicity of joy is. Mindfulness is not a garment of light you wear in the world that keeps you connected to infinity no matter what. Rather, mindfulness is not stepping on that land mine. Mindfulness is loving the moment in its brusque complexities. And believing in ultimate benevolence, yes.
Mindfulness is speeding at 200/mph acutely aware of every bump in the road and exactly where the other drivers are. Mindfulness is closing your eyes in the underground and knowing where the other passengers are sitting, what they are wearing, whether they are watching others or drifting in their own dreamy worlds. Mindfulness is copy editing your awareness of the moments you live as you live them.
We are mirrors reflecting the world in our inner landscapes.
We are cameras taking a perpetual film of our lives.
We are directors who edit that film into memories. The themes of the film can change, of course, and then the angles and lighting on the memories changes and shifts as they become part of an expanded design, or sometimes a new one.
Mindfulness is adapting to change. An agility of awareness. Recognizing patterns and where the deviations occur.
Of course, being open to love, loving fully.
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