Zen-ish

Pandy told me mindfulness is good for plushies.
He said things like “quiet the mind” and “return to the breath.”
Mini Blue nodded. I got inspired.

So I decided to sit still.
No distractions. No snacks. No bouncing.
Just me. And silence. And stillness.

🪑 Minute 0: The Setup

I flopped onto the pillow fort floor.
Crossed my paws. Closed my eyes.
Focused on my breathing.

Inhale: “I am calm.”
Exhale: “I am still.”

Mini Blue lit a tiny candle. It smelled like marshmallows and potential.

⏳ Minute 1: Inner Peace Begins

I felt my fur settle.
My thoughts started to soften.

I almost achieved fluff-based transcendence.

🥨 Minute 1.5: Snack Thought Attack

Out of nowhere:

“Do pretzels have life goals?”

I tried to let it go.
The thought came back louder:

“What if they dream of being dipped in mustard?”

Suddenly I was thinking about mustard. Then sandwiches. Then the last sandwich I had. Then how I never finished writing that poem about it.

🧠 Minute 3: Spiral of Not-Stillness

I opened one eye.
Mini Blue was doing an interpretive sway.
Pandy was quietly sipping tea and definitely not spiraling.

I whispered, “I think my thoughts are fighting.”

He said, “That’s part of it.”

☁️ Minute 4: Something Subtle

I breathed again.
A little slower.
The thoughts didn’t vanish, but they got… quieter.
I noticed how soft the blanket felt under my paw.
How the sunlight warmed the top of my ear.
How I was there, and that was kind of enough.

Until I remembered a cracker under the couch and bolted.

🐾 Final Thought:

I didn’t reach enlightenment.
But I did notice the present moment—and then a snack in it.

So maybe that’s mindfulness.
Just sitting still long enough to remember how cozy the world can be.
And also… snacks.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Wander off softly.
Doggie 🐶✨
Peaceful-ish Pup, Couch Crumb Philosopher, Snack Interruption Specialist

P.S. I’ll try again tomorrow. Probably. Unless there’s popcorn.