And every day the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this. And this. And this. And this.” And every day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it in on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.” -Iain Thomas
I had a physical therapist, specializing in myofascial massage tell me I had the tightest fascia he’d ever worked on. It would have been nice to have had the tightest something else here or there on my body he’d ever worked on, but alas, it was my myofascia. Apparently, this is not a good thing.
Would it surprise you to learn that Americans, for the first time ever on record, spent more money at restaurants and bars last year than at grocery stores? It’s true.
Life is always changing; we are always changing. We live in a river of change, and a river of change lives within us. Every day we’re given a choice: We can relax and float in the direction that the water flows, or we can swim hard against it. If we resist the river, we will feel rankled and tired as we tread water, stuck in the same place. If we go with the river, the energy of a thousand mountain streams will be with us, filling our hearts with courage and enthusiasm. -Elizabeth Lesser, from Broken Open We’re
I remember this pizza at the airport in Rome. Served as this was on a simple white paper plate with plastic utensils, it was certainly not a fussy spot to eat (by far)
I walked up a fallow “Rhododendron Hill” yesterday at the park. It was brown and quiet. There were no frilly, exquisite Irises present when I reached the top.
If you just sit and observe, you will see how restless your mind is. If you try to calm it, it will only make things worse,
I walked through a forest of pines last week. The evergreen scent was delicious and the cool, wet air was invigorating. I’ve camped and hiked and slept in forests. Too many to count.
Have you been reading, like I have recently, of all the health benefits of drinking coffee?
Mujo (Impermanence) There is an hour or so in the fall when the sky is clear and sharp when the clouds move predictably refusing to gather into storms when a crisp confidence in the fullness of its own beauty resounds in the mountain’s colors