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  • Art

    Art

    “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” – Pablo Picasso

    Children see the world from a lower point of view. A child’s eye level and perception of the world are much lower than most adults.

    We forget about this perception as we gradually grow up. It’s so subtle that we barely notice the shift outside witnessing a child’s behavior.

    This eye-level perception directly dictates our behavior. If what we see more and more often is goodness, then we will behave as if we are blessed. But if what we see more is degrading, then we will behave in an unsatisfied and prideful manner.

    A bowl of fruit vs a box of doughnuts left on the kitchen table, we are not only what we eat, but we are also what we constantly see (visual cues).

    But alas, I’m getting off track. Art is the expression of the soul, and children are the expression of untainted joy. The lens through which children see the world is much bigger and much more fun than adults!

    Art is created with this imaginative perspective children employ naturally. The mind of a child is a free, vibrant, and artistic place.

    Art is a creative expression. Children are creative, imagining that anything is possible and no limits can thwart their ideas!

    Art is a curious expression. Children are curious, asking a million questions that seem to come from nowhere, but that mindset and inquisitiveness is what changes the world.

    Art is a practice in failure. Children are not afraid of failure, hell they don’t even have a grasp on the concept of failure until later in life, this allows for some pretty awesome ideas to flourish past the giving-up phase.

    Art is hard work. Children play hard, on a jungle gym, playing tag, or just doodling, there is an immense amount of excitement, energy, and focus going on in children that we can apply to our activities and work.

    Art is an open practice. Children have open minds, they don’t care about race, religion, or socioeconomic status when it comes to playing and they are not scared to tell someone they like them.

    Ever forget how to act and play as a child? Go spend some time with one! Their energy and enthusiasm will rub off on you quickly.

    For example, do you remember just playing for hours and hours without reason, without explanation, simply because you wanted to? And then your reaction when your parents would make you stop.

    You might have said, “But please, just one more minute, one more game, one more chase, please!”

    This is where the importance of mindfulness comes into play.

    All of your existence was in that minute, that game, that chase.

    Being creative and being present are the same. Returning to the present moment enhances any experience, and we create a piece of art from scratch, that enhancement can mean the difference between enjoying the process and dreading it.

    Reflection goes a long way too. Digging deep and finding out those creative expressions that bring out a sense of joy and goodness is a mindfulness practice.

    Art is the same expression of play, a game of discovering joys. Whether painting, sculpting, drawing, writing, playing an instrument, or taking a photo, each artistic expression involves a discovery of joy.

    If we are lucky, we experience a flow state as a result.

    Do you remember when time would fly at the speed of light growing up? Games were played all day, friends were allies in the battle against monsters, and the playground became your endless OASIS.

    When did we become fools thinking this is a waste of time? What children do is the most valuable time. I for one love playing, whether it’s a sport or game, cards, chess, trampolines, and water balloons.

    This is what I think Picasso is saying: an artist’s mind is as playful and curious as a child’s, and he aimed to reach that place with every painting, drawing, and piece of art.

    Try something creative like a child today and fully immerse yourself in that experience. For me, writing these words and formulating my thoughts on this page puts me into a state of child-like flow.

  • Obstacles

    Obstacles

    “Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.” – Henry Ford

    While pondering my future, as I frequently do, I asked myself the ever-evolving and hard-to-answer question, “What is my dream?”

    This question came to mind when listening to an old podcast on Spotify called Wake Up / Wind Down.

    The host, Niall Breslin, with his deep Irish accent and mellow voice, sprinkles bits of wisdom twice a day, after waking up and before winding down.

    You can imagine that soft voice during a daily wind-down:

    “Use the senses to deepen your meditation: the smells, the sounds, the feeling of the muscles relaxing and settling in the body.”

    “Allow the mind and body to rest. To prepare for a new day tomorrow.”

    Taking on a project to not just have a twice-daily meditation practice, but to publish it to the world is incredible. The amount of obstacles you must move past to keep it up!

    I have mad respect for Niall, to make not one but two episodes a day, three minutes for the wake-up and nine minutes for the wind-down.

    In his own words, it was his way of keeping himself accountable to a daily meditation and reflection practice.

    Distraction, depression, worry, and anxiety were his obstacles to realizing his dream.

    Having kept his ambitious goal for over two years, recording most of the short episodes from his bedroom, Niall worked towards his goal of owning his own recording studio.

    And now he does, recording all kinds of projects and continuing his podcast journey with the Where’s the Mind Podcast.

    Personally, I have held an eight-year morning meditation practice, and occasional evening one, often tuning into the Wind Down episodes to settle into a good night’s rest.

    My obstacles were pretty much the same: restlessness, tiredness, contemplation, and rumination.

    I discovered one night during meditation, right before midnight, that the many obstacles, both in and out of the mind, had not stopped me from achieving my goal that day.

    I had discovered a thing that was so captivating, so helpful, that I had wanted to return to it no matter what.

    I later tried to apply different habit-forming techniques to other things, like recording a podcast each day, but never kept it going. It did not captivate me enough.

    We must desire to identify with a habit or else it won’t become one.

    After years of work, I can identify now as a meditator, an athlete, and a writer because I meditate, work out, and write each day.

    Those obstacles were no different than a storyline, created in my mind and fueled by more thinking, pulling me away from my dream.

    So, searching within for my dream, I found a place that kept beckoning me to return.

    A place that is filled with wonder, awe, and inspiration.

    A place that, between pages bound by glue and heat, changed the way I saw the world.

    A place that I found possible to create ever since I was given a journal by a mentor of mine years ago.

    That mentor said, “Take these blank pages and fill them with your very soul”.

    My dream then was to become a writer, to express myself in one of the oldest mediums in the world: words.

    My dream has not changed but evolved, knowing that making something natural, like writing, takes immense time and energy.

    Looking back, there have been many obstacles to this goal, and there still are many today, but I am continually realizing this dream with every word I write.

    Listening to Niall realize his dream of becoming a podcaster simply by recording his voice assured me that the hard work would pay off “one day”, or I should say it would feel like “one day”.

    In reality, what cultivates over days, weeks, months, and years is what creates a “day” that you get a book published, a record made, or a chiseled body. A “day” that you realize you’ve made it.

    And on that day, the real work begins.

    On that day, the obstacles are a lot less frightful.

  • Control

    Control

    Changing things up a bit, this post is much less a how-to-live-better and much more a small story of a small hike I went on earlier this year. Also, If you find any value in my musings, your support will go miles long to support me! You can do so over at buymeacoffee.com/mindfulnessand

    “We treat the body cruelly to remind it that the mind is in control.”

    A beautiful and eloquent quote I cannot find the source of (or cited source of). It reminds me of every time I’ve pushed past my body and mind’s limits, from hiking Olamana’s Three Peaks in sandals and half a water bottle, or Kings Peak after springing both ankles a few months prior, or climbing Queens Bluff when my arms and legs shook uncontrollably from the danger, or camping alone and banged up in the deep woods of northern Alabama. Each time, my mind was in control even though my body was strained. I focused and re-focused on what steps ensured survival. The mind has a ridiculous amount of power over the body, we are reminded of this every 4 years during the Olympics or on any given outdoor channel. So if I could give any encouragement in this post it would be to never forget the power of your mind. Train it to your betterment, and use it to your advantage.

    It is early January as I hike up and up along the steep and dry face of Mt. Olympus in Salt Lake’s mountainous backyard, pushing higher and higher above the inversion, I turn around to see…

    Bated breath escapes my lungs as I stand and soak in the appalling and mesmerizing view, a flat lake of dense pollution and cold, trapped air floating above Salt Lake Valley.

    I can hear the momentous traffic below, a steady hum like an AC running in the background of a summer home. It is loud enough to drown out the thoughts bubbling in the mind yet soft enough to drown out the exhaustion in the body.

    Leaving the hum behind, I continue up the rocky trail, around the corner of the canyon, the sun inching out of a thing cloud above. Turning left into a dark caress of the canyon covered by trees on either side, I reach a section of the trail covered with packed snow and pause to catch my breath again.

    A few fellow enthusiasts greet me while sliding down with crampons and much more sense than I. A mental note is taken to get some crampons or spikes when I next see fit to.

    While continuing up the trail into steeper ground and fewer trees, I begin to realize the sun is getting cautiously low, hovering just above the mountains in the distance, and I get cautiously close to turning around, without the proper gear and light to push my will much further. How to Trick Your Brain into Doing Hard Things

    Though this is an interesting reflection, my will was waning, but my body was content with going further. Previously, logic would have lost to determination, yet as I age so does my determination, becoming less childlike and more deliberate. How to Train Your Brain to Enjoy Doing Hard Things

    And so, it doesn’t take long for my logical voice to win as I pause to take a sip of water, sit down on the blanketed trail, and then cautiously begin my descent back down, darkness slowly closing in…

    And here is another question. What about darkness besides the lack of light is to be feared and cautious of? Sure, there are lower temperatures and night-time creatures to not forget, however, the cold is tempered by warmer clothing and a quicker pace, and to the hidden creatures, we are just another strange predator, but unequivocally not preferred prey.

    Thank you for reading this story of mine and the associated, random thinking. Given that hard things only become harder when we recognize them as being “hard” in the first place, I will make writing an easy task. How to Trick Your Brain to Like Doing Hard Things

    In reality, when I just sit to write, I enjoy it very, very much and it’s not laborious at all, the trick is to just sit to write. Have a wonderful day!