My Mom taught me mindfulness in daily activities. She always hand washed her dishes in silence, never cared for the dishwasher that she would stand next to, it was her drying “rack”, she cut her vegetables precisely and uniformly with great attention, her passion for sewing was not powered with electricity from a machine but the energy from her hands; she preferred to hand stitch full projects. In her last weeks, she would lay in bed with a piece of cloth, needle and thread and stitch dresses for Ava and Meera. She always did her meditation with pure joy and in silence.
Yesterday was hard. As part of my grieving process, I will continue to practice mindfulness in my daily activities. It brings me closer to her.
light & love