If my prison story isn’t in service to something transformative, I am not interested in sharing it. Mine is a path of transformation and of love.
As one breathes in and out with careful attention, one may simply note the varying sensations of breath as soft or hard, wet or dry, cool or warm, and moving or still.
When the mind gets lost in thought, we gently note the distraction as whatever it may be and then return our attention to the sensation of breathing.
My grief was none other than love that I didn’t want to feel. Love that was so great it felt too dangerous to allow out.
Mindfulness of feeling tones is the practice of bringing attention to the way that sensations are met in our experience.
I used to shave using the stainless steel mirror bolted to the concrete wall of my cell. I could barely see my face.
When your mindfulness is strong enough, it will penetrate beneath the pain and you will see it for what it is.