When I notice my chest rising and falling, I become aware that I’m not consciously doing anything, my mind is not in control, I inhale and exhale quite simply. However when I bring awareness to the action of breathing, I become fascinated by the movements going on under my shirt, I move my hand and place it gently, flattened, pressed lightly onto the my rising chest. I then become fully conscious of my breathing.
I become restful, warmth passes through me, I am aware of the blood flowing through my veins, oxygen moving, goodness, freshness, kindness, softness: I am calm, my breathing slows, I am calmer.
My stomach fills with my breath, my muscles loosen, soothing calm spreading like a soft breeze through my legs, muscle by muscle is relaxing with each inward breath, I feel purity with each outward breath, I notice again my chest rising and falling, the simplicity astounds me, the calmness overcomes any stresses, worries are evaporating in these conscious moments. I vow to notice my chest, the action of my lungs again and again…
And in these moments I feel open and joyful, grateful for my life, open to new creative expressions, mindful, peaceful and my senses sharpen, alert to nature.
I am aware that I am alive.
I notice the varied greens of the ferns in my driveway, one large frond, with many shades of greenery, intricately shaded in by the growth patterns post rain.
Moon rising creamy yellow bulging in the darkness.
Birdsong, so lively, chattering and sweet.
The unfinished mandala, pencils beckon me back to complete the patterns, shading colours and shapes on the page.
My new essential oil melting on the warm ceramic block: oh how I love the blend of Lavender Peace*.
Spidery webs stretched from tree to tree, so many expansive patterned webs and fat spiders up high, underneath the walkers intent on following the pathway, the spiders gaze down, unnoticed by so many walkers, runners, cyclists.
Collecting, gathering up nature’s droppings to make art, ephemeral, groups of beach walkers see the sand so differently. I find tiny pumice stones, still washing in from the New Zealand underground eruption so long ago. Tiny little nuggets. And on the way back I am curious about the curled, dried darkened frangipani leaves and then the lawn of discarded hibiscus, once bright soft pinks, now just rosy hues and browns. Lay them down think harmony, contrast, emphasis, balance, rhythm, unity – thanks to Leonie Barton for the guidance. Ephemeral Art @NewportArtFest
And again it is in my lungs, working quietly, un-consciously I notice the rising and falling of my chest once again, the calmness, I am soothed once again.
*Lavender Peace: Lavender, Marjoram, Roman Chamomile, Ylang Ylang, Hawaiian Sandalwood, Vanilla. (orders/enquiries for essential oils email@example.com)
“This is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy – even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.” ― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea, 1955
Exploring the pursuit of calmness, self soothing, understanding and inner knowledge. Practicing a range of simple creative skills, incorporating these into counselling sessions and Soothing Sessions workshops. I hope to share some time with you, one day soon.
Jane Macnaught, Tranquillo Place