It hurts. It damages. It kills. Literally.
It's falling. Have you ever fallen? If not, do you know someone who has?
As my regular readers know, I am attending a falling prevention class. Our teachers held class #2 on Wednesday, and one of the two facilitators brought up a topic I never would have expected in a class teaching falling prevention. I expected there to be exercises, and there are four daily exercises and four additional exercises we are supposed to do three times a week. I expected someone teaching us what to do if we fall, and, indeed, physical therapists came into the class to show us. In this class, they even talked about canes, walking sticks, and walkers, and how to use them properly.
But I didn't expect a short talk about mindfulness.
Mindfulness. It's such a simple concept when you are introduced to it, but hard to practice. Yes, just taking time out to appreciate everything around us can help prevent falls. It's taking the time to notice our surroundings. Paying attention to what we are doing. If we are outside, how does the air feel around us? Do we hear birds singing? What is blooming? Is there a sidewalk crack in front of us? Are we out walking the dog and about to place our ankle into a gopher hole?
The facilitator said that as she grows older (she is a retired RN) she becomes more mindful. She said many elders do, and we must become mindful, too, if we are to survive into a healthy old age.
I am starting to practice mindfulness. My thoughts tend to be scattered, hopping from one branch to another like a agitated finch. Nothing happens as I churn and churn without purpose. Not only does that lack of mindfulness make me more prone to falling, but it stifles my creativity.
So, at lunch yesterday, I went out to the Broome County Courthouse. There is a little area with benches where employees eat lunch, but I did something different.
|Fringe Tree, Chionanthus virginicus|
The flowers smelled nice. I have some problems with smelling since a wisdom tooth extraction with complications last year, but I knew this one had a lovely fragrance. I had never noticed this tree before. So, I stood there, feeling the breeze on my arms, listening to birdsong, and enjoying the warmth of the sun shining down on me.
Yes, even in the middle of urban Binghamton, New York, you can practice mindfulness. Thank you for the lesson, Grancy Greybeard.
Just coincidentally, that meshes with a challenge I am participating in this week, the Write Tribe Festival of Words #4. Today we are challenged: " Today, pledge to be aware of every moment. Focus. Appreciate."
Let your creativity flow.