Day Twelve
Breathing space and the present moment
living in defeat; reactions to bodily experiences.
Awakening in the morning and working the edge
in-between mindfulness and the sensation of pain,
setbacks; unconscious reactions to self-talk.
Breathing space as a destination.
Goal focus. Extending authority over facts.
Regarding feelings in a failed expedition
against regret. Damage caused by sadness in action.
A three-minute breathing space, washing dishes.
How we tune out from taking care of ourselves,
giving up control, working the edge
of a breach in breathing space. Spiral of mood.
Focus. And mindfulness. And negative thoughts and thoughts
"fixing" what's "wrong". Context, memory and control.
Damage caused by attempting action. Profoundly affected
by disarray, reactions to defeats, reactions to critical moments.
But beginnings of behaviours, ambitions of a drive to rejuvenate
A three-minute breathing space and
mindfulness of the breath and body.
A three-minute breathing space and wandering mind,
Weight loss as a result of daydreaming.
Turning off the autopilot with a steadying action
and solving the problem of feeling bad.
The telling advantage of working the edge in.
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