Frodo and Golum had to take the one ring and throw it into the fires of Mordor. In a reverse Frodo task, I’ve spent the last few days trying to find my ring in my own personal fire. For 36 hours I have observed mindfulness on as many levels as possible, and SUCCESS! I have found one of the lost rings. Elated, but trying to keep a lid on it all. There is still one ring to go and I mustn’t take my eyes of the prize just yet.
I have realised just how many ways we detract from our own mindfulness.
So today I cleaned out the Golum cave. I have ordered and sorted, and returned, and replaced. I’ve thrown out, and shuffled, and considered without haste.
Alice helped with cleaning up.
I lit candles, and burnt incense, and rested deeply with my baby when it was all too much.
Surprisingly I don’t really keep a messy space, but I’ve discovered how low my tolerance for space junk of any sort. I frequently need to cleanse it all.
So today I am quietly confident I will find my other ring, while carefully observing my own space.
I am yearning for a rest, and feel a different energy coming through. The call of the seal song. I count the days to my trip by the ocean on the weekend, to restore my pelt.