This meditation calls out our ever-present inner child and self. The one that is always there, ready to send spitballs flying and rustle up some fun. Through a daily walking meditation, this part loves to take photos and see everything for the first time. Let us take a walk and invite this wise little one along with us to raise our level of fun and discovery today.
There will be a moment when all the mountains you have ascended that tried to bring you down under torrent and hail will be over your shoulder.
There will be an instant when all you have learned, all you have fought for, all your mistakes, your pains, your cold, your love, your light, all of it, melt together and you know, finally; you have arrived.
In this a new fear will arise telling you you don’t have enough time to complete your painting, your sculpture, your chapters of verse, your photographs, collages and mosaics.
All you want in this newly arrived way of Being is to have the time to witness it all to creation’s end.
To catch The impossible weight of sand at the bottom of the hourglass with plenty of time to watch the paint dry. -MJT
Try, to find a place you have never been to allow your fresh and youthful child of wonder and awe to come out to play. This is the view that creates the best photographs. You find it first and show it to others to inspire a wider circle.
If you can’t get to a new place this week with your camera, try walking backward on the trail. Or, when you see a focal object to shoot images of, walk away from it and turn back around to see it anew.
Focus: This mindfulness visualization is about seeking out the new to experience with fresh eyes, which is the fuel of creativity (to see the new or hone your skills in seeing the ordinary in new ways.) Enjoy letting your young youthful self out to play. Try to check in with this part of you each day, see what you find. This is the area where creativity lives, inside the vast expansive openness of wonder and awe.
Mindful Tool: As minds wander, ask yourself, did this tree look likes this yesterday? Are these tomatoes ripe with new blossoms since last I looked? Do I smell fall in the air, despite it being August? Ordinary nature is always fresh and creative.