Confucius say make a ritual in order to attend in order to focus on what is needed to calm enough to get outside the blather between your ears.
Make a meal and share it. Taste and season as you go.
Pick up trash along your walk.
Turn off the phone and sit and wait for what turns up:
maybe a hummingbird?
Next time you point and say “You’re not the boss of me,” scowl at that annoying mask (while I pout back behind mine), what if we consider that even now that little bee of a bird is gaining weight simply from sipping flowers
to somehow brave the Gulf of Mexico again so his race can go on?
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