@moodbodystudio: Art Meditation as a way to practice awareness, acceptance, and being present 😌 ART SUPPLIES* USED: - Strathmore mixed media paper - Posca acrylic markers (5M) - Uniball Signo gel pens *other mediums will work for this! Fancy tools not required to create & meditate. If you’re not sure what your Inner Critic sounds like, practicing art meditation is a great way to stir it up! Most of us are so judgmental when it comes to our creative expression - we think things have to turn out a certain way to be “good enough.” In meditation, we practice shifting out of judgment and instead, we focus our awareness on what’s happening in the present moment. What sounds do you hear? What textures do you feel? What thoughts are you having about the process or your ability? We don’t try to force, change, or fix anything (often a point of confusion for folks just starting this work!). The only goal is to sit with the process and NOTICE. That’s it! Relax your face, my friend - you can do this. #artmeditation #mindfulart #meditativeart #zendoodle #coloringtherapy

Create & Meditate with Jayme
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amy.christine77
💐Amy's🥊POV💐 :
Your voice is so calming!
2026-10-12 20:17:56
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Miri :
Thanks for inspiring me ❤️
2026-10-12 18:25:45
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Josephine Kearns :
Absolutely stunning!
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