Every time I consider mindfulness I wonder about time. How long it takes for a minute, an hour, a nanosecond to pass, knowing that has nothing to do with life and everything to do with measuring moments.
Still, no construct confines life. Strangely, or maybe not so, that gives me a sense of well-being, if not wellness.
I’m not sure I can distinguish between the two but for me, well-being is “sitting in the seat of self” taking in all that life offers and then, letting it go.
When I stay in my seat, I understand ”life is available only in the present” (Thich Nhat Hanh). The issue is staying in my seat, not trying to grab onto a nanosecond, a measure of a moment, because I don’t want to let it ago.
I have to stand up to be grounded but the experience of life is groundlessness. Change is what gives me a sense of well-being. Perhaps the acceptance of life as impermanent is the state of wellness.
I don’t know.
I’m still working on staying in my seat.
It’s hard work–mindful action–focusing on the here and now rather than falling for the ruse of something better elsewhere. Wherever that is, it is a mirage.
Always, I try to keep my head under my heart but especially when I lose my focus, when my attention splinters. My heart hears the harm in thoughtlessness but my head rationalizes most means to an end.
Few good deeds go unpunished yet every thoughtless deed is an arrow in the sling. And far too often, it finds its mark.
“Mindfulness helps you come home to the present” (Thich Nhat Hanh).