Per the things I resolved for 2025 that are decidedly not resolutions (I like to think of them as necessary adjustments to my attitude and perspective), I’m opting today for “blessing the here and now” as an uncertain future lies ahead of us.
The way I bring myself closer to quiet and calm is when I do tai chi every morning in a room filled only with candlelight and the watchful eyes of my cats. The easy flow of muscle memory, purposeful concentration on positive scripture, and the names of God makes the beginning of my day one that calms down often my already anxious mind.
I also like the color grAy. I’m looking out my window on this day, that started with subzero temps, at our big and beautiful, now winter gray, ash tree (that we medicate and baby) against the bright white snow on the rooftops and the cobalt blue sky. It’s a balm to my soul! Snow is clinging to the ash tree like icing. It is nice and warm by the fire. I’m thankful but wish everyone everywhere could be warm today.
"...micro..." reminds me of a novel on my shelf titled "Micro". It's by Michael Crichton... about the "micro life". He wrote 3/4 of it...and passed; the rest was written by another writer. Scary & suspenseful.
One does need to start somewhere. I love the color gray -- and spelling it with an A : ) I'm seeing the grays out my window (the skin, so low and unified, like being inside of a cloud; the roofs I can see; the underwings of the hawk.
The way I bring myself closer to quiet and calm is when I do tai chi every morning in a room filled only with candlelight and the watchful eyes of my cats. The easy flow of muscle memory, purposeful concentration on positive scripture, and the names of God makes the beginning of my day one that calms down often my already anxious mind.
I also like the color grAy. I’m looking out my window on this day, that started with subzero temps, at our big and beautiful, now winter gray, ash tree (that we medicate and baby) against the bright white snow on the rooftops and the cobalt blue sky. It’s a balm to my soul! Snow is clinging to the ash tree like icing. It is nice and warm by the fire. I’m thankful but wish everyone everywhere could be warm today.
"...micro..." reminds me of a novel on my shelf titled "Micro". It's by Michael Crichton... about the "micro life". He wrote 3/4 of it...and passed; the rest was written by another writer. Scary & suspenseful.
Oooh, I like his writing. I'll have to check it out!
One does need to start somewhere. I love the color gray -- and spelling it with an A : ) I'm seeing the grays out my window (the skin, so low and unified, like being inside of a cloud; the roofs I can see; the underwings of the hawk.