A Day of Mindfulness

I ran across this quote today:

“From time to time, to remind ourselves to relax and be peaceful, we may wish to set aside some time for a retreat, a day of mindfulness, when we can walk slowly, smile, drink tea with a friend, enjoy being together as if we are the happiest people on Earth.”
~~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Being Peace

And I got this mental image of what that would be like.  It’s been several years since i’ve  taken a few days to go away for a bit, alone, to just be.

So I was thinking I’d do that after I retire in July, only I thought instead of going away, maybe I’d just set aside a day here.

I imagine what that would look like.

I get up in the morning and don’t turn on the computer.  The house is in good order, and I make some special tea to start the day.  Or coffee, fresh ground, with frothy milk, of course.

I fix a special meal, with pretty colors.  Tomatoes.  Tomatoes with olive oil and a little basil.  Corn on the cob.  Or squash.  Zucchini and squash.  Maybe a salad.  A little bit of some whole wheat bread.

I invite a friend, and we eat slowly, turning our attention from the food to each other and back again.

When we finish, I wash the dishes, slowly by hand.   I attend to each moment of the experience ~ my hands in the soapy water, the weight of each dish.  I let my friend dry them, with gentle care.

Maybe we go for a walk.  Not a brisk, exercise kind of walk, but a gentle stroll.  We  walk as if our feet are kissing the ground.  Aware of the sky, the air, the grass and trees, the sidewalk.  Aware of it all.

I spend some time writing.  Not at the computer ~ where  facebook and email pop up.


I write poetry.  By hand.  In my really cool notebook with sparkly unicorns.  It may be bad poetry, but I like it.

The day stretches before me, full of promise and invitation.  I think there is music.  And dance.

I wear something flowing and fun.  Something that moves with me, something that swirls and swishes.

I smile often.

When I slide into bed, I feel clean sheets against my skin, fresh and cool.  I stretch, and feel my body relax completely.  I fall asleep easily, and wake refreshed.

It’s a nice vision.  All I need to do now is pick a day…

About Fausta

Trauma sensitive Consultant and Coach for Compassionate professionals who experience second hand trauma and are at risk of burnout so they can keep doing the work that matters to them and to the world.

Posted on June 1, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. oh — that’s lovely.
    a great vision.


  2. Lovely, just lovely! I am just tickled by the picture of you writing poetry in a notebook. I do that too.


    • Thanks, Kelly!! I’m glad to hear someone else writes poetry the old-fashioned way… there’s just something about it.


  3. I like the image of feet kissing the ground. Full of wonderful imagery.


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