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© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

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I love red traffic lights!  Here’s why! 

Living in the *beautiful* normal.

Okay, okay, you caught me.  In blushing reds, hand raised high, I admit it: I complained today.  Not about anything major – the computers seemed fussy, the commute took awhile.  Nothing out of the norm.  Really, I just found myself faced with an unfamiliar experience of the *gasp* normal, and it took me by surprise.  

Because usually, I don’t have time for normal.  I have a paper due at 8, a meeting at 3, an errand at 6.  I have twenty-six oral pathology lesions on my mind and a timetable forming for my midterm study schedule.  Usually, I am too distracted by life and too enthralled in my passions to stop and notice the *dare I say it again* normal.  But, boy, is normal beautiful!

The red of the traffic light, the browning green of the grass, the perfect timing of looking at the car radio just as the clock strikes 11:11.  That ‘normal’ is all around me, and when I choose to look at it without the blinders of schedules or worries or complaints, that normal is simply stunning.  

So today, join me!  Let’s step out, hand-in-hand, into the *I’m awe struck* normalcy of the world.  Let’s learn to love that extra ten seconds of pause at a red traffic light, and see beauty in the leaf that couldn’t hold onto the branch in the winter cold.  Let’s hug ever-so-tightly to the soft creases in our stomachs, and remember the majesty of each vital breath that we breathe.  Let’s decide to see beauty in each moment, and paint beauty in the moments that seem ever so normal.  

Because, between you and me, it’s all those little *yes, I’ll say it* normal things in life that make the world beautiful.   

So, what do you say?  Are you ready to . . .

(C) 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey To Share.

A Cup Of Mindful Tea

Go ahead.  Get comfortable. 

Pour your big mug of Good Earth tea and let the steam rise to fill each inhale.  Breathe in every tangy spice tinge to the charcoal-colored leaves.  Its glory.  Its strength.  Breathe it in.

Your legs might curl beneath your seat, cushioning your weight.  Or perhaps they fall, dangling to the ground.  Wherever they are, notice them.  Appreciate their presence.  If you are comfortable, close your eyes.  Or don’t.  It’s your choice.  Whatever feels safe.

And when you are ready, bring your attention back.  Eyes closed.  Or open.  To the steam rising from your mug.  Follow its path from the surface of the water to the tip of your noise.  Its moist kiss on your skin.  Feel it rising into your nostril and through your sinus.  Its flavor transforming into warmth.  And carry that warmth.  Through your mouth, across your cheeks.  Carry that warmth, to your neck and up to your forehead.  And when it reaches its limits, let the warmth sit there.  Let it embrace the skin nearby.  Let it tickle your pores. 

And let it start to fade.  One second at a time.  The warmth only staying for so long, giving way to the crisp freshness of the evening.  Giving way to the opening of your eyes. 

And before leaving this page, go ahead and smile.  Pat yourself on the back.  From me, to you.  Go ahead and rejoice because you have just found tranquility in the moment.  You have just let the rest of time fade away.

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Now why would I walk you through such a (dare I say) ‘hokey-pokey exercise?!’  Because, first off, who doesn’t benefit from a little added mindfulness?!  At the end of a long day, at the start of a busy week, at the commercial break of a heart-pounding episode of Grey’s Anatomy, who wouldn’t gain from the tranquility of imagery – the tea optional.

But, in full honesty, why did I ask you to join me in this exercise?  Because I was tired of being patient.  It’s hard, right?!  After pressing send on so many query letters to literary agents, I was – within seconds – restless.  I was tired of playing the waiting game and ready to see the future or edit the past (because, of course, the minute you press send, you start to imagine how you could have done things differently).  I was tired of patience, and I wasn’t getting anywhere with the cliché that ‘patience is a virtue.’  Sure, patience is great, but between you and me, patience can be HARD!

So, in an attempt at patience, I opted for mindfulness.  If I can find my center in this moment, if I can open my eyes to this second of beauty, if I can open my mind to today’s world, maybe, just maybe I can stop thinking about yesterday’s loss and tomorrow’s concerns.

Maybe, with our big blue mugs of Good Earth tea and our curled legs beneath our bodies, the present is all we need.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.