Mindfulness and Grief in Motion

Today unfolded in a way I didn’t plan, but perhaps my heart needed it. I found myself at the park where my late husband Phil and I used to have our weekly spiritual chats. It’s been a year and a half since I’ve gone there. I took photos of the familiar spots where we’d stop and talk, hand in hand. Tears came, of course, but I’m glad I went. It felt like honoring both love and growth.

I noticed again how sadness can shape the way we see life — how isolating it feels when we stay inside that emotion for too long. Standing there, I decided to let it go. No one can truly rescue us from grief, healing is a partnership between our understanding of God, our heart, our loved ones in spirit, and our soul. And just like that, the sadness eased. Calmness returned as soon as I became aware of it.

Earlier that morning, I accidentally spilled coffee all over the kitchen counter — and didn’t react. I simply cleaned it up and even used the chance to give the counters a good wipe-down. It struck me that there was a quiet lesson in that small moment.

When we approach life with mindfulness instead of reactivity, something shifts. We start to see things as they are, not as problems to fix or frustrations to fight. That simple coffee spill became a tender reminder that peace isn’t only found in deep talks or meditation — it’s also in how we wipe the counter, how we breathe, how we notice.

And it helps with the grieving process.

In every moment, life is teaching us how to live awake.