There is something special and deeply satisfying about devoting a entire day or weekend to outdoor labor. I am fortunate to belong to a family that shares land, a vegetable garden, as well as various fruiting trees. My favorite part of visiting home is helping care for the living things my family benefits from--whether it be by mowing the grass, ( Read more... )

I feel like I am back from the dead. I've never been a particularly good patient, especially when coming down with something that requires lots of bed rest. But it's a million times worse when I bring it upon myself ( Read more... )

September, where did you come from ( Read more... )

I know it's summer--but why do people move so little here? Why don't they go outside, even just to sit in the shade?

Why are people actually watching the election coverage? How is it not melting their minds into a dark, useless mush? How is it providing them with anything positive? What happiness comes out of watching cable news?

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When I go to the flea market ( Read more... )

It's really good to see an old friend ( Read more... )

Even though it can be hard to sit down and do it at times--the day is always better when I make time to listen and chant a mantra or two. It brings me to the present moment. It pulls me out of rumination, worry, or fear.

Most importantly, it keeps me from frittering my time away mindlessly. In fact, the reason I took up mantra is because I thought ( Read more... )

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I must find my way through the darkness ( Read more... )