I Love the Water.
Any water. Lake, river, pond, the sea (especially). Being close to the water is like having calmness poured into my soul. It’s cleansing and energizing at the same time – always enough to wash away those tight shoulders, furrowed brow and clenched jaw. That’s all I need, just to be close to the water, and I’m whole again.
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.”
― E.E. Cummings
How Is Joy Measured?
If happiness is a foot, is joy a mile? And how about bliss? Could it be that true happiness and a blissful life is endless with no measure? Ah yes… that’s the answer. Now step back. How do you get to that endless, immeasureable euphoria? Start by living joyful moments — an unexpected hug, opening a door for a stranger, paying a compliment, a touch as you pass each other in the kitchen, a handwritten card in the mail to just say hello. If you give others those simple moments of joy, I think you’ll find your life will be so joyful, it needs no measure.
Don’t Just Live, Live With Intention.
The greatest gift to yourself? Live your life with intention. When you wake up and start your day, mean it. Don’t just follow the routine and roll through another day, really mean it. Look for moments that inspire and motivate you. Be present. Notice. An hour has gone by, what have you done? Don’t float along like a machine, be thoughtful and purposeful. Don’t just do… do with reason and intention. That, my friend, is how you leave your mark and find true meaning in that life you’re living.
Just found this quote by Eckhart Tolle … A perfect addition to this post:
“Most humans are never fully present in the now, because unconsciously they believe that the next moment must be more important than this one. But then you miss your whole life, which is never not now.”
Are You Listening?
In this hustle and bustle, we’re so distracted by the noise. Busy lives, work chatter, ear buds, constant asks, television drone, company politics, whining children, traffic … I could go on forever. But stop. I mean really – right now, STOP. Pause and LISTEN. Stop whatever you’re doing right this minute and listen. Do you hear the peace through the noise? What is that person talking to you really want you to HEAR? Stop running to what’s next, and really listen. Do you hear the most important things through the chaos? Hear with your heart, not just your ears. I think you’ll find a different path.
Salt Water Cure.
Favorite quote: “The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears and the sea.” by Isak Dinesen. The beach has magical powers to wash away troubles and cleanse the soul. I yearn for the sand rubbing between my toes, the grit of sun-dried salt water in my hair, and the sea breeze to cool the day’s sunburn.
I May Be Getting Old.
Or maybe I’m just old school, retro cool? One never knows – depends on who you ask, I suppose. I do love the idea, the smell, the feel of records. Thick vinyl with grooves remarkably filled with music. It’s a bit like magic, really — ridged vinyl plus a needle equals sound that moves your soul. So call me old (I suppose I am), but don’t take away my music.
My Heart Needs To Feel Paper.
I love my Kindle and my iPad, I do. Endless sources of reading at your digital fingertips, at a moments download – it’s an instant gratification luxury. But there’s something about print that is viscerally lovely. I love the feel of paper between my fingers as each page turns. And photos? Our digital slide show of family pictures always makes me smile, but have you ever noticed you look at a photo much longer if it’s printed? I think that’s because as satisfied as our brains are by electronic imaging, our hearts will always love the permanence of print.