Learned last week: Giving thanks travels well, boiled water should not be wasted, another best books list, and more!
I’ve really started to enjoy the short time I get at the mid-point of my run, looking out at the well-attended graves. “Not me,” I think to myself, “not yet.” It’s my own memento mori.
In between the constant doing-stuff/busy-ness of moving there have been many glimpses of why we came here and what awaits us when we pause and look around. Isn’t that the point?
As life has gotten more fluid and less predictable, I am finding a lot of magic in my mornings.
I am now on the neti train, have a new go-to gratitude exercise, and got bansky’d, among other things.