smallstone#24

After going back and forth with our karma and our dysfunctional functioning; she saw a photo on my desk of a red barn, “Oh, I like that”, she said. Then – “You know what I really like, windmills.” Me- “I L-O-V-E windmills too.” She – “That is weird.”
Why is it hard to believe that two people thrown together, having a hard time communicating are actually more alike than different? Now, this is something to be present with even if it only lasts a moment.

small stone#6

this is mindfulness:
bending head back in the shower stall feeling the hot water soak my head and clear my mind.
bending over, bending knee, grabbing shoe with both hands, pulling back the tongue, pushing the foot inside, giving it it’s home for stepping out into the world.
moving hand holding cup to mouth, tasting first bursts of fresh ground french roast coffee, sliding down the back of my throat, being reminded to be present with the words that move out into the atmosphere this day.