Mindfulness. I of course have just read Jean's blog on building your own violin. Oddly enough, this topic is one I have explored in different ways recently. Another way of understanding mindfulness, is to be aware of what you are doing, how you react, what you say. As a survivor, be aware where you are placing the affected foot. I am reading a book right now that explores this, "Zen and the art of Motorcycle maintenance".I'm really enjoying this book, I find it hard the level of concentration I need to read and comphrehend what the author is exploring.My life is in transition right now, I have yet to find that safe place where I can go and get adjusted.

I don't know my place anymore. I don't have a place. Pre stroke my place was wife, mother and my home was all important to me. I knew that and I was comfortable and happy in it. Knowing ones place seems to have titles attached to it. I've never been much of a title person. I thought I had this identity thing all worked out now. But it is glaring at me, I don't. Now any left over militant feminists... no blasting allowed. I will not deny that I dare call myself a feminist yet admit to once being happy in my place. I'm not debating the two philosphies here and now, it is 4 a.m. and I can't sleep, so I will bow out of that debate.

I will have the barn hopefully soon, that will be my place, painted how I want, decorated in my tastes, designed primarily by me. Then I will have my center restored again, literally have my place.

baby steps, inch by inch block by block.

Mindfulness with a purpose.

Pam