“I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle. “Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.”

Sometimes being in nature evokes a sort of spontaneous mindfulness. Sometimes we make it a practice. In whatever way you are able, go among trees, put all of your attention there, listen…

To read the full poem by Wendell Berry: http://www.stevenkharper.com/igoamongtrees.html

Jess Stevens, curating mindfulness for Isabella