Mindfulness &

how to be aware in an unaware world

Tag: reflection

  • Mothers

    Mothers

    The only genuine way I know to start this post is to describe my own mother and the unsurmountable influence she has had in my life, through the delicate medium of words and photography.

    My mother had a saying that always reflected her firm commitment to her faith and reminds me to this day to let go when all seems lost:

    “God is good all the time, all the time God is good.”

    She chose to accept that the goodness of God is always there, especially when we don’t see it. She would say that all the shit we experience in life, that it isn’t God, it’s the world, though we frequent the notion God is responsible for most of our troubles.

    It’s hard to describe the impact and influence of a good mother. My mother, Diane Jane Elston, is a rare force for good in this world. She speaks with kindness, listens without judgment, and moves with deliberation.

    Her influence on me cannot be understated. She has helped shape who I am, and I will forever be grateful for that.

    Growing up, my mother would take me on all kinds of adventures: skiing, hiking, biking, running, swimming, and pretty much anything outdoors. She wanted me to experience everything she loved, and started when I wasn’t even able to walk.

    My mother grew up in the unforgiving Arizona desert and went to college in Colorado, where there was a lot of room and encouragement for outdoor activity.

    She also grew up with two brothers that were always daring her to do something stupid, which led to many visits to the hospital, but also a go-get-it attitude that I can say I’ve partially inherited (minus the hospital visits luckily).

    In fact, my mother has had so many accidents in her life, that she could probably recall twenty off the top of her head. For example, one time she had a full-sized stingray barb go clean through her foot! Exciting eh! Or another time she fell down a full flight of marble stairs, encasing her head  in the drywall, losing her sense of taste and smell instantly (it was a frightful time for the whole family).

    Even more frightening and a true test of faith for my mother and the whole family was when she spent half a year in hospitals with stage three cervical carcinoma cancer, teetering on the brink of death.

    Still she said,
    “God is good all the time, all the time God is good.”

    Just hearing these stories makes me feel so grateful I’m not in her shoes, free of the many injuries or maladies she has experienced.

    Even through it all though, my mother’s warm and accepting demeanor might make breaking every bone worth trading places.

    My mother was more than a wild, fun explorer, she was also a writer (admittedly a more experienced and successful one than me).

    As a young mother of three, while studying to become a speech therapist, my mother wrote the most captivating children’s book inspired by her two young, rambunctious nephews.

    In the story, the two explorative brothers build a rocket, travel deep into space, discover strange worlds, meet friendly aliens, and find the meaning of life for themselves (basically every child’s dream).

    The story was so captivating that as a child, upon falling asleep I would vividly dream of the same adventure, lost in a blissful state of space exploration.

    One day, I intend to get it published, because it’s way too good not to be read by millions of children (and parents).

    In the photos above, I wanted to display my mother as I have seen her over the years.

    In one photo, we had just climbed Manitou Springs in Garden of the Gods, Colorado. I instinctually snap a quick photo before finding the shade of a nearby tree to picnic under.

    The incline is, well, not an easy one, and according to my mother, there is no “slow” hiking. As I mentioned, my mother has been taking me on hikes and adventures my whole life, either on her back or by her side.

    Nowadays, I can beat her up the mountain with no trouble, but I would rather stay by her side too.

    In another photo, my mother is with my father in the hospital fighting cancer, still holding on to a bright smile even through suffering intense pain. You see, my mother has never been scared of death, she has a faith like none I’ve ever witnessed before.

    She says,
    “For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible and for those who believe, no proof is necessary.”

    In many of the photos you see this same bright smile and genuine kindness.

    I wish the whole world could meet my Mom, though she’s never been one for the limelight, she’s just a simple natured giver that prefers one on one interactions.

    Even so, I hope I was able to capture just some of that nature in this post and share it with the world.

    More on Mothers:

    1. The Incredible Importance of Mom. (read)
    2. ‘Mama’s boy’ is not an insult. (listen)
    3. Why are mothers important? (watch) 

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  • Music

    Music

    I read this local quote once in a local magazine about a local Nashville band that I can locally recall to this day:

    “It makes me claustrophobic to think about music that doesn’t move.”

    Music is an experience that takes us to places we can touch, taste, see, and most especially, hear.

    Every time we listen to the sound of music, whether through headphones or speakers, in a studio, or in the elevator, it affects how we think and feel.

    There is a real, tangible reaction in our minds to the sounds around us, especially well organized sounds (or music).

    More remembered is the music that really moves us, sinks deep into our soul like a heavy weight cast into the sea, sinking quickly to the bottom of the ocean floor.

    For example, a song that moves is A Change is Gonna Come by Sam Cook and the story behind the song displayed persuasively in the movie One Night in Miami.

    Music is a journey that evolves with time. Don’t some songs just bring you back in time? Flooding your mind with memories when you listened to it growing up?

    In this there is almost a rediscovery of the song. Maybe the lyrics mean more now, or an instrument comes through more. Whatever it is, hold on to it, write it down, voice record your interpretation.

    Another song that hits me is Fix You by Coldplay. It’s such a simple and short song, but yet so impactful.

    There’s been thousands of people singing along to that song at one moment or another and then there’s me, with the floodgates open, alone in my bedroom at one moment and at a 65,000 attendee concert in Atlanta, Georgia at another.

    I also remember biking back from work in Nashville at 11 at night, the yellow traffic light flashing and Yellow by Coldplay softly playing in my ears.

    Music has such an amazing ability to pull back the veil of time and reveal a different you during a different place and time.

    The other incredible thing about music is it’s universal, it connects people all around the world from all kinds of backgrounds and cultures. A single song, like Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) by Shakira that played at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.

    Though I may not know the words to Tuyo by Rodrigo Amarante, I still feel the message permeate every time I watch the intro to Narcos on Netflix.

    Music is also one of the most subjective experiences in life, what one person may love, another just can’t stand listening to and vice versa.

    Developing a sense of openness towards music will find yourself open to so much more in life, crossing mental boundaries and kindling friendships.

    I’m not into screamo or hard metal music at all, but I went to see a band called AFI with a friend once and it was one of the most memorable experiences I’ve ever had at a live concert.

    I think the accolade that defines a musician more than anything in the world is an album. A good album is well constructed and conveys the artist’s message in an eloquent and beautiful or honest way.

    Of all my years listening to hundreds of albums by all kinds of artists, these are my personal favorites:

    1. In Between Dreams by Jack Johnson
    2. A Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay
    3. Currents by Tame Impala
    4. Room For Squares by John Mayer
    5. Freudian by Daniel Caesar
    6. Channel Orange by Frank Ocean
    7. Legend by Bob Marley & The Wailers
    8. Lost In The Dream by The War On Drugs
    9. Conjure by Elliot Root
    10. Fuzzybrain by Dayglow

    I encourage you (as I encourage myself) to look back on your musical journey.

    What music makes you move and why? How does the music you listen to affect you?

    Being mindful about what we listen to can change entirely the way we feel.

    Five More Things:

    1. How music changes the brain.
    2. Why we like some type of music and not other.
    3. My personal Spotify profile, so you can listen to what I do.
    4. The evolution of music.
    5. The world without music.

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  • Peering Out

    Peering Out

    I peer out into the vast Atlantic Ocean as the moon peers back slightly above the horizon.

    I pause for a moment, hesitating with a camera in my hand and yearning to stop time and stay a while at the shore, just peering out.

    The date is May 8, 2017, around 4:48 PM. I am in Miami, Florida, sitting on a long, sun-worn pier. The stretched, sandy beach is to my left, and an old weathered port is to my right.

    My father and were wandering down the beach in search of something to satisfy our minor hunger after soaking in the sun and taking a dip in the bubbling ocean.

    We met a local couple at a local seafood restaurant while enjoying some local music in a local community (we felt like locals).

    The couple kindly invites us on their deck boat after some time for wine and hors d’oeuvre. We agree enthusiastically to the invitation and watch as the water stills and the sun lowers in the sky.

    We sit comfortably on the edge of the stern for some more time, sipping some palatable red wine and softly swaying as the small waves gently rock the boat.

    In the distance, my eye catches sight of the moon again as it rises higher in the sky, like a child who is becoming less shy with time.

    The owner of the boat asks if we want to go out on the water before the sun sets and the moon rises. We agree, happily, and head out into the waves before dusk, peering out.

    Want more reading on the moon? Wish granted!

    1. 24 people have been to the moon so far!
    2. NASA plans to go back too!
    3. The next lunar eclipse is coming near you.
    4. Yes, the moon landing was real.

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