Can mindfulness be a platform for love to come in?
It is a question that is popping up.
In my mind.
It came a bit out of nowhere.
I have to say.
Not that I am shocked about it.
More happy that I already found a good title for this story.
Because writing a story is one thing.
However the title is always the hardest to part.
Honestly I was hesitating to write this story.
Not particularly this one, but more if I was going to write about Mindfulness.
And then I started to think about what all of this writing meant in the first place.
I mean, for me it is about processing and I can come to answers that can bring me further.
It is healthy for me to do it this way.
However still there is something in the back of my mind that is nagging.
That feels heavy and uneasy.
Not so much the writing itself, but more this feeling of ‘eeeee’.
There is no other way for me to express this.
And that felt good for me to write, actually.
Because I think, the journey that I am on.
That I called the journey of love, is about finding what is good and feels right.
What is healthy and makes me happy.
If it is love, is not important for me.
I know, that is a bit ironic.
But I do believe it can lead to something that is just that.
And so this story belongs in this journey of love.
Writing does make me happy, because I can just do what I want to be in these stories.
However they are always with a sense of truth.
My heart and soul is in it.
Who I am from the inside, is what I mean.
I believe if it isn’t with that, then the writing is just some words on paper.
No meaning, no nothing.
But because I write it from this point that I feel something wants to be said, or expressed by me.
I just let the words come out.
No thoughts, no pressure.
I even see it as a way that I can disconnect from all.
That I can just be with myself.
Whoever I am in that exact moment.
And that sounds very healthy to me.
Whilst I am doing that, the world as I have come to know, is passing me by.
No judgement there.
For myself or the world that is passing.
Just how it is.
At least for me, when I am writing these stories.
It is a time of self care.
That I take the time to write about matters of the heart.
Or just what I feel that I want to write about.
To me those are the same.
I guess I am mindful about my writing.
That is what I feel when I write this down.
A way for me to understand why I do certain things.
What is happening in certain moments.
Perhaps even what is important and what comes first.
What has priority or even what feels edged and needs attention.
I believe all of this is being mindful.
To not take action as such, but to investigate and explore.
To understand the situation.
Perhaps that is even to take out the speed of the common or how we are bound to believe to do things.
This is where I believe we can see what is needed to do. To make the changes necessary for ourselves and is important for our heart.
Perhaps even mind, body and soul.
But when I go a bit deeper than this, I feel fear.
For the uncommon, not even for the unknown.
How people are going to react about the stories.
How are people going to react to these stories?
I mean, although people are reading them, still they are safe with me.
The stories I mean.
No money is made with the stories, no responsibility there is so to say.
Just for me to write, because it is good for my health.
It is giving me insights about situations and myself.
Releasing the tension that is stored in my body, when I write.
Relaxing my mind, since the words are coming out by themselves.
No thought process involved, just the expressing of thoughts to write down.
Which holds the same for my feelings.
You see, without writing this down, I would have never known this.
Not be aware of this, in which way it is good for my health.
How I am benefitting from my own words, apart from that I am writing them as a way to express.
A legacy of my late father I am keeping. For me to stay alive and a way as a memory to him.
That I am staying connected with my family, is what I am saying.
But it is not about the stories, more about that is all about me.
My thoughts, feelings, experiences.
That is wrapped in my own words.
A fear of rejection is underneath all of this.
Am I going to be rejected?
All of this is so vulnerable, is what I am thinking.
Honestly, all of me is in it.
My time, space and everything that is important to me.
My feelings, thoughts and experiences.
And then there is silence in my heart.
I can’t explain otherwise.
I don’t know if this fear I am holding is leaving, but all I know I am on my way to start earning money with my writing.
To get known and find that platform where I can live from and build further on.
It is what this moment of being mindful is telling me.
The words that I wrote down in this story.
Can mindfulness lead to love?
Or better to say be a platform where love can come in?
It is how I started this story.
I don’t know.
I can’t say.
That is my honest answer.
At this moment.
However all can change.
At the moment I am not there.
I am not in a relationship, nothing that is love related in my life.
Whatever love really means.
But that is just another question, perhaps for a different time to write about.
Because I think love can mean so much.
It is not grasped in one word, although it is.
There feels so much to be about, when I write just these 4 letters.
L – O – V – E
As a confirmation that I should write more about this just at another time.
And this is where I am mindful about the situation, while writing my own story.
Because I didn’t know I was going to write about this specifically, just as a way that mindfulness is a platform to continue this journey.
But can mindfulness lead to love?
Or better to say be a platform where love can come in?
It is for me to understand what mindfulness means.
According to a google search it means : ‘living in the present moment. Essentially, it means being (intentionally) more aware and awake to each moment and being fully engaged in what is happening in one’s surroundings – with acceptance and without judgment’.
I believe my explanation of mindfulness comes very close to what is already known.
However I think my explanation is more practical and less philosophical.
To me mindfulness is a way to be connected to what is needed. You can call it the present.
It is a platform for many things. Like love in general. It is not bound to just one thing.
Mostly It can give you insights about yourself and situations.
What is good for you, without getting lost in your thoughts and feelings.
It can be a stability to act and make changes, which are healthy for your heart, mind, body and soul.
And that sounds like love to me.
Because when we stay connected with who we are.
O better to say to be mindful.
To think before we act and pause before we go.
It is a recipe where love can come it.
It is where love can interact to say what to do and how to be.
To become a better version you already are.
Which is the completion of the cycle, to be mindful about yourself.
Love can not live without mindfulness, is what I say.
And this is where I am going to leave it fow now.
But I think with this knowledge, yes.
Being mindful in the practical sense can be a platform for love to come in.
That is my conclusion to continue my love journey.