The Journey begins: Will you take the leap?

The Journey is some way ahead, but worth it. Mindfulness Meditation challenges

a peaceful lake scene

 

 

Today, I would like us to look at this picture. What do you think of it? What does it make you feel? Please share your thoughts with me.

I picked this picture from hundreds of thousands of others because it seemed to me a peaceful picture and totally uncrowded compared to most I have viewed.

a lake

smooth water

a wooden dock

posts

hills in the misty distance

greeny warm sensation

 

No people.

Now I would like you to imagine yourself going out to the end of this dock.

As you step out in bare feet, feel the dry rough planks on your feet. Maybe they are warm from the day’s sunshine. Or maybe cool and a bit jaggy?

Take your time getting out to the end, thinking about your progress and free yourself from everyday worries.

Get to the end and take a deep breath. Smell whatever odors you imagine coming from the expanse of still water.

A boat is coming in your direction.

You have the choice between stepping into the boat or else going back along the deck to the world you know. You have to decide if the time is right to try something new, Mindfulness beckons. It will require effort on your part and you haven’t yet tasted the benefits, but you have been assured you will reap many.  Just join like-minded people on the boat. Consider Mindfulness your lifejacket.

The benefits of meditation will act as your buoy.

Ponder –   If you always do what you did, you will always get what you got. 

Isn’t that plain enough?

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

Two Roads

Two roads diverging

 

 

 

 

 

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost   (1920)

 

 

Robert Frost poet

 

 

 

 

 

Tracy