Mindfulness Stories

I watch the sparrow, but can no longer hear its song. It seems everyone has something to say, and the noise now lives inside of me. Overwhelmed, I shake my head from side to side, but to no avail. I cannot break free. How I long to hear the sweet birdsong, but there's no more music for me. Nose pressed against the window, I search for color in the concrete jungle. The monotone landscape jails my creativity, so I flee this...

My monochrome life. Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey building towers over me reminding me of my smallness. Once inside, banker clones brush past me in their dark suits, cramming into every remaining crevice of the elevator. The...

He just could not fathom it.  It just looked all wrong. In the darkness the spider's web glowed in the moonlight.  But it was wrong somehow. He thought that there were to be too many concentric cirlces, too closely woven together towards the centre, it was too densely populated. Were they red leaves clinging to it? He considered touching it. Maybe to tease out the sticky fibres and set it right. He remained still, fascina...