When I do a mindfulness exercise in my Coping and Healing groups, I say “use your senses to be in the moment.” Sometimes the mindfulness exercise focuses on one sense — hearing, sight, taste, smell, or touch — and sometimes it combines senses. No matter what senses we use, we try our best to be in the moment, taking a break from anxious thoughts about the future and regretful thoughts about the past.
As you look at my images for today’s blog post, use your senses to be in the moment.
As usual, the Daily Bitch is using her senses to be in the moment.
Here’s what I find on YouTube for “use your senses to be in the moment.”
Use your senses to be in the moment, experiencing my gratitude for YOU.
Thank you for your reminders about how tactile life can be, Ann.
I am very touched by your comment, my friend.
My previous post about the gray sky, gray siding, gray stick tree, gray drapery was my attempt to find joy in the moment – it’s all still gray, and I do. Googling “gray poetry” and bypassing Thomas Grey, I find these cheerful lines:
“I look around and the world is nothing but a blurry shade of colors, mostly gray.
Funny, I’ve always liked the color gray.
Found it peaceful and warming oddly enough.
It reminded me how the world was full of possibilities, nothing truly Black or White”
in a poem that is actually not that cheerful: https://powerpoetry.org/poems/color-gray
Thanks for improving the moment, Barbara.
Quite a few poets seem to have synesthesia. I don’t but I like how words can often convey the feeling of combined senses.
This makes sense to me, my friend.
For today, it would be Elizabeth Barrett Browning
She’s wonderful!
I don’t have a favorite poet. If I were writing a poem about Joan, it would mention how she locates the tiniest and/or most precarious spots for resting.
I would love to read that poem!