Okay, let’s be frank. Does anybody want to read rants about a guy who’s trying to get 555 things done before running away for the winter? Probably not. That kind of ‘journal’ writing best be kept by the bedside, along with the Mylanta, the Trojans, and the Bible.
Those rants and lists, by the way, kept me awake most of the night while the crazybusy brain labored away in fruitless tedium.
Today’s sunrise, oh-so forced Yoga regimen (outside, where it’s covered with slippery frost) did NOT quiet the mind. I just froze the belly and teased the to-do list. A slip-and-fall seemed likely. Yoga has risks. Do they practice yoga on snow in India?
This will be worth it, right?
I suddenly have a deep, huggable respect for the many folks who, upon learning of our brilliant scheme, simply laugh and offer,
“Oh, I could NEVER do THAT!?!”
Kudos to Common Sense. Bravo for loving what you got. Let us now praise unfamous men (and women).
Alrighty. I feel better now. NOT! So obviously, it’s time to seek silence. And try to make my bossy brain do the same.
“Silence is the language God speaks and everything else is a bad translation.” –Thomas Keating, Cisterian Monk