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Mindfulness of being myself. . Following on from my ‘mindfulness…

Mindfulness of being myself. . Following on from my ‘mindfulness of tribe’ post… I’ve felt guided to commit to 60 days of Instagram live videos. Videos in which I’ll say how I feel. . This feels revolutionary because I reckon my truth’s gonner come out in that time, no mater how much my ego wants to hide the ‘negative’ bits. . Whatever they may look like. . I’ve had breakthroughs, recently, when I’ve been more truthfully who I am (when with others) than ever before and it’s felt aweeeesome. I’ve also had times where my mouths felt locked up… I want to say what I really mean and don’t know how. . Bleugh. . And I’m over it. . I reckon this 60 day project will help with that. One way or another. . My being ‘whole’; no longer hiding parts of me is the path to growing my wellbeing. This. Much. I. Know. . Whoop. . So here goes. . #truth #light #dark #mindfulnessoftruth #wholeness #shadowself #lovingallofme #allowing #flow #allemotions #wellbeing #minfdulofme #lettingitout #lightworker #spiritjunkie (at Manchester, United Kingdom)

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Mindfulness of tribe. . Here’s a shot I took (while basking in…

Mindfulness of tribe. . Here’s a shot I took (while basking in joy) of my sister’s soul sisters in New York City. Such bright, honest, wise women; I was honoured to sit with them. . Meditation has helped me find my tribe. Those I can be heart-shakingly, core-plantingly myself with. . And how? . Because it shows me how I feel. . Knowing who it feels good to hang with may sound obvious but I’ve spent much time with people who didn’t light me up. And why? I didn’t notice that they didn’t. So used, was I, to being in my head and rationalising what was ‘time well spent’ while ignoring how things actually felt. I’d rationalise why a person was good for me; ‘a good contact; an old friend.’ Bla bla blaa. . Life is short and beautiful and supposed to feel good. . When I meditate I see the true me. I see what’s awkward and raging and all the light, dark, fluctuating feelings. . No getting away from that now. And so I know who lights me up – who sees the beauty in me and who I become a flying version of myself with. I feel how it feels when people can’t hear me, and so have choice. The choice to say ‘thanks but no thanks’ to those who don’t get it. And, then, run off to sit in circle with those who do 😃. . #mindfulliving #beauty #alive #love #tribe #joy #expansion #truth #heartconnection #soulsisters #newyorkcity #shotoniphone7plus #friends #gratitude #appreciation #city #citywalk #mindfulness #ifttt (at SoHo, Manhattan)

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I saw this while in the midst of anxiety on Friday, having…

I saw this while in the midst of anxiety on Friday, having travelled from the countryside to NYC. Moving through the streets, my mind was full of “whaaaaaaaat??!!!” as it processed the bangs and louds of the city.

There were hundreds (and thousands) of feet and beeps and faces and, when I entered the apartment and saw the sign (pictured), I had a moment of ‘pheeeeeeeew’.

Nourished by the reminder in its words, I sat… breathed… meditated. Shining warmth onto the shamed part of me; asking her what she needed, finding my centre and telling myself I was loved.

Because here’s the thing – stress and anxiety are challenging – but it’s the shame (about the anxiety) which throws me.

And the point is: I am worthy of love always. In anxiety and in strength. Anxiety is, in fact, a powerful state when I see it with an open gaze and kind curiosity.

And so I was still. Breathing and grounding; beginning to remember it’s okay to feel what I feel.

The mind can shame me for anxiety and I can love the shaming thoughts too. Compassionate attention goes one step wider than anything I experience and holds everything in kindness.

And then (then guys) I went out into the city and had a beautiful weekend. With friends, family and play.

Compassionate mindfulness man – ahhhhhh – it’s soul soothing, life changing awesomeness.

If you have anxiety and are seeking tools to help, I invite you to practice grounding. Bring your attention to your feet. Notice sensations there; how your socks feel on your skin or the solidity of the ground beneath. Simply notice those things, sweet one. And when the mind wanders, gently bring it back to noticing. Is there a sense of temperature there? A pulsing? Numbness? And when the mind wanders (and it will) bringing it back to feeling the feet and the ground beneath. Letting the emotions and thoughts be just as they are, and gently bringing attention to your feet. On the ground. At this time.

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