More mindfulness with the horses

I've directly experienced the benefits of mindfulness and yet I've found myself in the last couple of weeks going days at a time without taking the time for mindfulness. When I catch myself, I'm a bit shocked to find the high levels of anxiousness and depression. Then I say to myself, duh.

Catching myself does not always bring me back to mindfulness. There have been several times when trying to go to mindfulness, there has been just too much resistance. Other times catching myself and saying, "There is no better time than the present", opened the door to mindfulness.

Even just a few moments of present moment awareness can bring down my anxiety and lift the depression. The mindfulness in the presences of the horses remains the strongest. I don't know why. It just is. Some how, it gives me a deep empathy with the ethereal timelessness of being through a strong connection with the natural world.

I am grateful for my horse companions.

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