Mindfulness Certification Work by Katarina

The Frowning Girl and 8 Letters

Certification Work by Katarina Krstić,
a Participant of the Mindfulness Intensive Training
from Dr. Darko Cvetković in Serbia

Tekst na srpskom jeziku pročitajte na ovom linku
https://energyhouse.life/namrstena-devojka-i-8-pisama/

Dear friends, even though we attended the Mindfulness training through a screen, I always felt as if we were together, as if we were meeting in person. Somehow, I could sense the exchange of energy, even though I was sitting in my room and only looking at you. So, THANK YOU all for the exchange, for the exercises we did, and for the support.

Darko, I truly enjoyed this training. If I had to choose one word to describe it, it would be HEALING. A sense of warmth, support, humanity, kindness.

And the way I experienced this training at Energy House is something I want to share through a story.

The story begins like this...

Introduction

In the yard of a beautiful house, a girl stood frowning. She was looking up at the sky, which was full of dark clouds. The first drops of rain began to fall. "Rain, right now!" she thought. It ruined all the plans she had for the day.

However, the rain didn’t stop that day. It continued in the days that followed.

The weather was damp and cold. The girl mostly sat in her room, feeling down, frowning at the sky, as if she could somehow scare away the clouds and make them disappear. Of course, that didn’t happen.

One afternoon, she dozed off and had a very unusual dream. In the dream, she was told that for the next eight weeks, she would receive one letter each week, each containing instructions she needed to follow.

It would have been just another strange dream—like the ones all people have—if the very next day she hadn’t found the first letter waiting at her door.

Letter No. 1

The letter said that she should take deep breaths and focus on her breathing.

She was a bit surprised, but since the weather was bad and she had nothing better to do, she decided to give it a try.

So, for the entire week, several times a day, she followed the instructions. She took deep breaths, focused on her breathing, and at least in those moments, she wasn’t thinking about the gloomy weather outside.

Letter No. 2

The following week, the second letter arrived. It said that her task was to write down her thoughts on small pieces of paper, fold them into paper boats, and let them float down the little streams created by the rain.

And so, she spent the whole week writing down her thoughts, making paper boats, and letting them drift away.

She watched as the ink blurred, as the words became unreadable, and with them, so did her thoughts. She observed how the paper soaked up the water and was carried away, disappearing along with her worries.

Letter No. 3

The third letter asked her to simply listen—to spend the entire week absorbing the sounds around her.

And so, she noticed that there were many sounds she actually enjoyed. Birds sheltering in the branches from the rain, raindrops tapping on the leaves, tap, tap, tap, the clinking of cups and silverware, the distant chatter from the street.

And for the first time, she thought that maybe the rain wasn’t so bad after all.

Letter No. 4

The next letter was a little different.

It asked her to truly enjoy drinking her daily cup of tea—to feel the weight and warmth of the cup in her hands, to inhale its aroma and savor its taste, to watch the steam rising.

She really liked this and started to cherish the ritual.

In those moments, she was just a girl enjoying her favorite warm drink.

And somewhere in those moments, she felt gratitude.

She was sitting inside, warm and cozy, while the rain poured outside. And she realized she truly had something to be grateful for.

Letter No. 5

The next letter arrived the following week.

It was short and simply said: "Dance and enjoy the movement."

She loved this task—she had always loved dancing, so she spent the week moving to music.

And while she danced, she was surprised to realize that she had a big smile on her face.

Letter No. 6

"Accept the rain," said the sixth letter.

She frowned at this. She didn’t want to accept the rain; she just wanted the stupid rain to stop.

But, since she had completed all the previous tasks, she decided to give this one a try too.

She put on her raincoat and rubber boots and went for a walk.

First, she took deep breaths and focused on her breathing, which calmed her down.

Then, she started to pay attention to the sounds around her. The pattering of raindrops on her coat, the splashing of her boots on the wet pavement, the laughter of children.

She passed by a local café and stopped for a cup of coffee. She enjoyed the scent and taste, the warmth of the cup in her hands. She watched the sugar sparkle as she poured it in.

Then, her gaze shifted to the raindrops sliding down the café windows.

She imagined that her thoughts were passing by just like those raindrops, that the rain was falling to wash them away.

On her way home, she even danced a little in the rain.

Letter No. 7

The seventh letter arrived in the seventh week.

It said: "Now it's your turn to write letters to the people you love."

And so, she wrote letters filled with love, gratitude, and the most beautiful wishes, sending them to the people she cherished.

On the day she set out to the post office to send them, she was met with a surprise.

She noticed that the umbrella in front of the house was no longer drenched in rain but bathed in sunlight.

The rain had finally stopped, so she walked to the post office on a beautiful sunny day.

When she returned, she went into the yard and saw that the flowers had begun to lift their heads, as if they, too, were rejoicing in the sun.

So, she lifted her head as well and saw that the sky was blue, without a single cloud.

And at last, she smiled while looking up at the sky.

Letter No. 8

The eighth and final letter arrived in the eighth week.

It was the shortest message of all. It contained only two words:

"Write a story."

And that is exactly the story you have just heard.

Thank you for everything, dear people!