Mindfulness In Plain English 소설 & 이야기

"Your bookshelf. The clock. The plant. The window. Your coffee mug." "Good. Now four things you can touch." The chair fabric. My jeans. The ring on my finger. My phone in my pocket. "Three things you can hear." Traffic outside. The air conditioning. My own breathing. "Two things you can smell." Coffee. Lavender from somewhere. "One thing you can taste." The mint from my toothpaste this morning. My panic subsided. Slowly. But it worked. "This is what we'll practice. Bringing you back to the present when your mind goes to the past."

She only knew how to run and so far, even that hadn't worked for her. Far from being able to think of another plan to get herself out of the situation, Shaun was exhausted. Her long shopping trip, her sprint for freedom, her tense wait for Jozef with his aunt, being dragged down to this prison: it had all worked together to sap every ounce of energy from her. She lay on her side on the pallet and closed her eyes. She didn't think she would fall asleep, but at least she could rest. Shaun counted her breaths, four beats in and seven out. She'd learned the technique in a mindfulness class that she had taken online. It actually helped her calm down. To release the stress from her body.

Diana I sit cross-legged in the center of the clearing, my breath steady, my eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of meditation. Dominicus’s voice rings in my mind, reminding me of the importance of focus. ‘Clear your mind. Feel the world around you, with all of your senses. Be one with it’. It’s a mantra, one I’ve struggled with, but now, after weeks of practice, I can actually feel it. The steady hum of the earth beneath me, the cool breeze against my skin, the distant rustle of leaves. It’s all becoming clearer, more vivid.

I knew I was mumbling out something but I didn't know what it was I was saying. I shut my eyes, I just wanted all of it to be over, I didn't want to see anything, if I could concentrate on something that made me happy then I wouldn't feel anything, I wouldn't be here mentally...I guess this is why people meditate, to be able to transport their mind elsewhere whenever they want to. Happy place, how hard can it be right? But my happy place hurts me a lot, it hurts to even think of what will happen to us in the end.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, allowing herself to be fully present in the moment. With each exhale, Isabella felt the negative thoughts dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and clarity. She opened her eyes, taking in the beauty of her surroundings with fresh eyes. The vibrant blue of the sky, the gentle sway of the palm trees, and the soothing sound of the ocean all served as a reminder of the simple pleasures in life. Isabella smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude for the small moments of joy that were still present in her life.

,he said. I sat on the ground, my eyes closed, and focused on my breathing. I could feel the air flowing in and out of my lungs, and I tried to keep my mind clear. It was hard at first, but I kept at it, focusing on my breath. Gradually, I began to feel more relaxed and at peace. I was starting to feel like I could do anything. My dad's voice was there, guiding me through the meditation, and it gave me a sense of comfort and strength.

I slip off my shoes and pull my feet up onto the chaise, crossing my legs and straightening my back. I rest my hands softly on my knees and take a long, deep breath, trying to draw my thoughts back to my breathing. Meditation, my dad taught me, is not about driving away your thoughts or clearing your mind. It's about practiced focus. Thoughts may come - and with me, they always do - but you're supposed to just acknowledge them and let them drift past. It's supposed to give you objectivity. Calm. Patience with yourself.

I wipe out the tears, as I stood up and layed on the bed. Clutching the phone tightly as if it will make me feel more close to Aiden, I close my eyes, my mind taking me back to places where I feel most at peace. There are certain mediation techniques, which I read in a book to calm the mind, it says to go back to the places where we feel most at peace whether it is to go back to certain sceneries in the mind like the night at a beach or spendig time in the mountians anywhere, whether it be a place or a person, go back so I do.

" Ashina squints her eyes shut and grimaces. “Ashina, do not look like you are trying to poop. Let your face, muscles, and everything inside of you relax. Feel the wind, hear the leaves rustle across the earth, watch the squirrels climb the trees. Take some time to find your center and clear your mind." Ashina says in a whiny voice, "How do I stop thinking?" Trying to stop thinking is hard.” "You can do this, tune everything out except the nature around you." I softly replied to not break her concentration. Take a deep breath, feel the earth, the air, find your center.”

I copied her position. "Meditation starts with your breath. Once you have control of your breathing, you can begin to clear your mind. Your first task is to reach a state where your mind is clear and you can turn your focus inward. From there, we'll move to the next." After several tries, I finally gained some semblance of calm. Sitting still and looking inward was difficult for me. Action was what I was familiar with, and this calm went against my nature. When I reached a state where my thoughts were quiet and my breathing deep, Elaine's soft voice carried to me. "Now, find the door to yourself. Reach for it. Release the emotions that are holding you back."