Going home. Outdoors. In nature. The woods. The wilds. Grateful. Thank you John Muir.
Many things. Yes. To love. And to know. Grateful. Thank you Vincent van Gogh.
Making a difference. We all can. We all do. (Whoo whoo). Grateful. Thank you wise William James.
Stars. Grateful. Over and over again. Thank you Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Gentle. Yes. Trying to be patient and gentle with this moment (and the next). Grateful. Thank you Vincent van Gogh.
Smallest things. Yes. (yes). Grateful. Thank you A.A. Milne (once again).
Deep. Yes, grateful for that which is boundless and deep. Love. Wisdom. Kindness. Nature. (And late-summer-night-time-ocean-moments, too). Thank you William Shakespeare (again and again….)
Unfold naturally. Yes, they do. Moment after moment after moment. Grateful. Thank you Sayadaw U Tejaniya.
Single step. We take so many of them every day. A thousand miles, a thousand journeys. Grateful. And for Lao Tzu (again and again).
Breathing. In. And. Out. Grateful. Thank you Thich Nhat Hanh.
Feelings come and go. Yes, they do. So very grateful. Thank you again (and again) Thich Nhat Hanh.
Oxygen. It’s shared. With nature. And all of life. Grateful. Thank you Barbara Kingsolver.
Web of relationships. Yes. This food is an intricate, vital, beautiful web of relationships. So very grateful. Thank you Michael Pollan (again and again).