Day 26 Mindful Moments Challenge
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Eating a pineapple -- smelling like tropical sunshine, summer during a northern winter freeze. Prinkly outer skin and sharp leaves hide the sweet and juicy flesh inside, an ingenious disguise for us pineapple predators. Whoever first thought to open up this strange looking vegetation must have been amazed, as I am today.
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Balmy Boston -- quite an ironic statement for January in the northeast. Today as the mercury inched to 50 degrees I observed the relative nature of temperature. This afternoon sun shone and the snow seemed to melt before my eyes, I opened my car windows and remarked how warm the air felt. Yet, in August if the temperature was 50 degrees, I would bundle up in a sweatshirt and bemoan the fact that we were having such cold weather....a humorous mindful moment that I hope I won't forget come summertime...it's all relative!
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Even when you think you think you "know" an object, there is always a new observation to be made, an opportunity for a mindful moment, and so it was for me with a clementine today.
Things I learned that I didn't know before:
Things I learned that I didn't know before:
- You can't smell a citrus smell when the peel in intact, only upon scratching or opening the skin
- Each segment is not the same size
- There were 11 segments in my clementine, but 9 in one I ate yesterday
- I found a seed in one of the segments but none in the other segments
Day 8 Mindful Moments Challenge
Slow traffic near Harvard Square in Cambridge Massachusetts today gave me the opportunity to notice the trees by the side of the road from my car window. Observing the bark of the old sycamores reminded me of the apt name my kids used to call these trees -- "cartoon trees" because they looked like the kind of trees a child would draw as a cartoon. This mindful moment gave me a pause and a smile in an otherwise busy day.