Mind your head

David and I think it is so amusing that you see the “MIND YOUR HEAD” signs all over the UK, mostly due to low-hanging beams or small doorways or whatever. But the first time I ever saw one–and then every time afterwards–I thought of it as a perhaps more metaphysical reminder. (We are so amused by this, that Santa Claus brought us a “Mind Your Head” sign for our house this Christmas!)

At any rate, I am trying to mind my head by cultivating mindfullness in my life. It is a difficult path for me, the ESCAPER, able to obliterate giant problems or dilute dilemmas with a single book, big plate of chips and fake sour cream or a well-aimed nap. To be conscious of doing, being, laughing, crying, wanting, needing, hurting, longing, stretching, all this in the moment. Not distracted by past or future. Not wondering, while I am answering emails, what we will have for dinner tonight. Not half-listening to David or the girls because I am thinking of whether or not we need laundry detergent. Washing the dishes to wash the dishes, not just to in the future have clean dishes. It sounds easy. It is not–for me at least.

I have flashes of this mindfullness when teaching. When doing yoga. When gazing into the eyes of my husband or my children. When I connect with someone or something outside myself or with my innermost self. These experiences are precious to me and I find that I desire to have more of them.

I want to mind my head rather than my head minding me.

On a separate note, please continue to send your good thoughts to my mom who is on the mend in the hospital. We had a few days of touch and go, but she is on the road to recovery. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers for the past few days. I am grateful for your concern.