It’s been quietly calling me to share. Not the push to make time— but the soft art of finding it. Moments already woven into the day, waiting to be noticed, like light pooling in the corners.
An hour may pass in the company of noise we barely care for. A scroll, a flicker, a drift— why not turn that gaze inward? Why not sit with yourself, even for a breath?
Time is not hiding. It waits, patient and still, beneath the surface of our habits.
And if a thousand days have slipped by— so be it. They are vapor. What matters is this one. This breath. This return.
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After waking up and avoiding the news, I do my Yin practice daily. Â Thereafter I walk my dogs twice a day, rain or shine. Â Morning walks are about 1/2 mile, while afternoon walks are at various trails though the forest which can be 1-3 miles. Â
I work an acre lot which includes two ravines. Â I don't use a riding mower and much of the land is sloped, including a 120 ft driveway to the main road. Â So I work with Nature and Her gardens. Â
Bicycling and kayaking when the weather is good. Â I meditate mindfully, through my day and night, a little less structured that sitting. which I do in the evening. Â
I eat healthy meals and drink very little alcohol and I don't smoke marijuana. I do vocal yoga as well.