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Mindfulness

By Bill Humphries

My impression of mindfulness is that it is nothing more than paying attention to what you are doing. These thoughts crossed my mind a few minutes ago as I was brushing my teeth, in a non-mindful way, non-mindful because I was not in the full experience of toothbrushing but was rather elsewhere thinking about what mindfulness is. Regardless, onward with the subject at hand, which is? The trouble with being ancient as I am is that all those billions of little bits of my brain that used to function quite smoothly are now on some kind of a slow-down, or don’t-do mode. Forgetting the subject at hand, whatever that was, the present reality for me is that my legs are a bit cold but the rest of me is comfortable and I am of a mind to accept the vote of “most of me,” and that is to not move, so I won’t, eschewing the walk to obtain our green throw–rug. Now, to plan the rest of my day, or is it the rest of my life? I have good things to look forward to like a trip downstairs (not a trip on the stairs as that would probably be fatal what with the unforgiving tiles at the bottom). One of those good things I mentioned is five to 10 minutes on the stationary bicycle and that is good because somebody told me so, my experience of it (mindfully) is of being a bit bored, that boredom usually assuaged by the reading of something of interest like this document. And what is really of interest? Of interest is the rest of my life! It holds so many good things if I can just

be mindful.

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By Bill Humphries

My impression of mindfulness is that it is nothing more than paying attention to what you are doing. These thoughts crossed my mind a few minutes ago as I was brushing my teeth, in a non-mindful way, non-mindful because I was not in the full experience of toothbrushing but was rather elsewhere thinking about what mindfulness is. Regardless, onward with the subject at hand, which is? The trouble with being ancient as I am is that all those billions of little bits of my brain that used to function quite smoothly are now on some kind of a slow-down, or don’t-do mode. Forgetting the subject at hand, whatever that was, the present reality for me is that my legs are a bit cold but the rest of me is comfortable and I am of a mind to accept the vote of “most of me,” and that is to not move, so I won’t, eschewing the walk to obtain our green throw–rug. Now, to plan the rest of my day, or is it the rest of my life? I have good things to look forward to like a trip downstairs (not a trip on the stairs as that would probably be fatal what with the unforgiving tiles at the bottom). One of those good things I mentioned is five to 10 minutes on the stationary bicycle and that is good because somebody told me so, my experience of it (mindfully) is of being a bit bored, that boredom usually assuaged by the reading of something of interest like this document. And what is really of interest? Of interest is the rest of my life! It holds so many good things if I can just

be mindful.