Mindfulness Bell - Wake Up

All night long, in my dreams I heard this mindfulness bell. It was very interesting. Here is this video with Thich Nhat Hanh.

I am not sure about the coughing in the back, almost sounds like a vulture. Comments on this site stated that the coughing was distracting, it was painful to hear. It sounded like Bronchitis. I hate Bronchitis, it feels like your lungs have been smashed with a bat, and your bones aches, ugh!. In the distance you can hear other people coughing. I was wondering why there were so many ill people in the background. Maybe the cold, the conditions of living a monastic life, I am not sure.

Well, the sound of this mindfulness bell was in my dreams, I do have a mindful bell alarm on my Blackberry, but I had turned it off the night before so that it would not wake me. Is the bell in my dreams reminding me about mindfulness, about being mindful or is it an alarm, to "Wake Up"?

Well that' s almost the same.

Here you can download a mindfulness bell into your computer and set it for meditation, writing or other activities where you want to be mindful. I have it at work to remind me to take a breath, to walk, to be grateful for the blessings and the lessons even when they are difficult to take.

The Memorial

In between my own grief, the clinic, the illness I so tenderly care for, my hands soothing the wounds caused by the poison that flows to give him life, I dressed for a memorial. All somber gray, the morning is cold and overcast. I pray.

I prayed for someone I did not know and whose death has been felt so deeply.

I pray for him, wishing that in this other side he travels that he is doing well, maybe swimming in a cool pool of blue water, I pray that he is at peace. It is for him I have added this poem here. I recently read it at another memorial. So many losses lately, life being life.

The Thing is

Ellen Bass

To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've ever held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
When grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief.
you think, how can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.

The Knight's Armor

Dream :

He wore an armor to protect his body. I asked how he put it on, he said, he touched his heart and the armor came on. I asked how it felt, and he said it was pretty heavy, so I asked him to let me carry it for him for a bit, and so I touched my heart, and his armor automatically came on to me.