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4 Week
Intro to Mindfulness Course
Session One Resources

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Session One
Audio Files

Session One:
Full Session

Session One Dar Shawver
00:00 / 44:23

Session One:
Opening Meditation

Session 1 Opening MeditationDar Shawver
00:00 / 05:46

Session One: Mindfulness
of the Breath Meditation

Session 1 Mindfulness of Breath MeditationDar Shawver
00:00 / 16:24

DONNA MARTIN 🔹 Breath is Life's Teacher

 

Observe me, says the Breath, and learn to live effortlessly in the Present Moment.

Feel me, says the Breath, and feel the Ebb and Flow of Life.

Allow me, says the Breath, and I’ll sustain and nourish you,

filling you with energy and cleansing you of tension and fatigue.

Move with me, says the Breath, and I’ll invite your soul to dance.

Make sounds with me and I shall teach your soul to sing.

Follow me, says the Breath, and I’ll lead you out to the farthest reaches of the Universe…

and inward to the deepest parts of your inner world.

Notice, says the Breath, that I am as valuable to you coming or going   

that every part of my cycle is as necessary as another

that after I’m released, I return again and again…

that even after a long pause – moments when nothing seems to happen -eventually I am there.

Each time I come, says the Breath, I am a gift from Life.

And yet I am released without regret, without suffering, without fear.

Notice how you take me in, says the Breath, … is it with joy with gratitude…

do you take me in fully… invite me into all the inner spaces of your home…

or carefully into just the “front foyer”? What places in you am I not allowed to nourish?

And notice, says the Breath, how you release me.

Do you hold me prisoner in closed up places in the body?

Is my release resisted or do you let me go reluctantly, not easily.
And are my waves of Breath, of Life, as gentle as a quiet sea, softly smoothing sandy stretches of yourself;

or anxious, urgent, choppy waves; or the crashing tumult of a stormy sea?

And can you feel me as the link between your inner and outer worlds, suggests the Breath,

feel me as Life’s exchange between the universe and you?

The universe breathes me into you – you send me back to the universe…

I am the flow of Life between every single part and the whole.

Your attitude to me, says the Breath, is your attitude to Life.

Welcome me… embrace me fully. Let me nourish you completely, then set me free.

Move with me, dance with me, sing with me, sigh with me…

love me, trust me, don’t try to control me.

I am the Breath. Life is the Musician. You are the Flute.

And Music – Creativity – depends on all of us.

You are not the Creator… nor the Creation.

We are all a part of the process of Creativity… you, Life, and me: the Breath.

Let us play together and rejoice, for creativity is magic.

And magic is change – appearance … disappearance – it is all a wonderful illusion.

Since everything is but an apparition,

perfect in being what it is,

having nothing to do with good or bad,

acceptance or rejection,

one may well burst out in laughter.

JOHN ROEDEL 🔹 The Anatomy of Peace

 

My brain and heart divorced a decade ago

over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become

Eventually, they couldn't be in the same room with each other

now my head and heart share custody of me

I stay with my brain during the week

and my heart gets me on weekends

They never speak to one another

- instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week

And their notes they send to one another always says the same thing:

"This is all your fault"

On Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past

and on Wednesdays my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future

They blame each other for the state of my life

there's been a lot of yelling - and crying

So,

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time with my gut

who serves as my unofficial therapist

Most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut's plush leather chair that's always open for me

~ And I just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up

Last evening, my gut asked me if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head

I nodded

I said I didn't know if I could live with either of them anymore

"My heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow," I lamented

My gut squeezed my hand

"I just can't live with my mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future," I sighed

My gut smiled and said:

"In that case, you should go stay with your lungs for a while,"

I was confused - the look on my face gave it away

"If you are exhausted about your heart's obsession with the fixed past and your mind's focus on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

There is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either

There is only now there is only inhale there is only exhale there is only this moment

There is only breath

and in that breath you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out."

This morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves

and while my heart was staring at old photographs

I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs

before I could even knock she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said

"What took you so long?"