- The voice
- Deep, warm, slow elder voice
- Home
- Mindful MeadowsThe daytime corner of Moss Land, for breathing and for mornings
- Part of
- MindfulnessBreathing, noticing, and sitting still for a minute.
The story of Chief Mindfulness
Chief Mindfulness is the oldest bear in the world, and he loves feathers. Not to wear — to hold. He carries one single long soft pale feather between the fingers of one hand, with a few small downy ones tucked into the cord at his chest, and if you want to know why, you only have to drop one. A falling feather cannot be hurried. It drifts, it turns over, it takes forever to land — it is the Sleep Ladder performed by an object — and a feather is, after all, what a pillow is made of. His are Sleep Feathers, and they have their own quiet magic: when one drops, somebody, somewhere, drifts off. He teaches in Mindful Meadows, slowly, under his pale grey eyebrows — the eyebrows are what make him old and kind — and his lessons are all real ones, taught gently and properly, one raisin, one breath, one falling feather at a time.
Friends
Iguana NirvanaHis steadiest pupil — Mindful Meadows is where the Chief teaches, and nirvana is what the iguana is doing there.
Also from Mindful Meadows
Told by Chief Mindfulness
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