Having lived with many great dogs (and a couple of cats), I just orded this book by Eckhart Tolle. The few pages I can see on the Amazon preview look great. It looks to be more about “mindfulness” and “spirituality” than “religion,” which suits me well. I’m looking forward to it.
The bad news is that I have the flu. The good news is that I’ve watched the first 25 episodes of New Girl (though I wasn’t conscious for all of them, and I’m not sure what happened to Coach).
I haven’t binge-watched anything like this since I had a bad infection after having my gallbladder removed.
For whatever reason, I get back into yoga every fall, and a favorite book during this time is The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.
(When I studied by myself I thought his name was pronounced like “pat and jolly,” but when I studied with Judi Rice she taught me it was “pa-tan-ja-lee.”)
“If you are motivated by a wish to help on the basis of kindness, compassion and respect, then you can do any kind of work, in any field, and function more effectively with less fear or worry, not being afraid of what others think or whether you will ultimately reach your goal.”
~ the Dalai Lama, in this tweet
I don’t know the original source of this image of Darth Vader and Yoda balloons, but I post it here because I’ve been seeing many photos from the Albuquerque Balloon Festival the last few days.
A little bathroom wall inspiration (in the form of creative writing) for the day. Fear nothing! :)
“Seize the time. Live now. Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.”
~ Jean-Luc Picard
I recently had a discussion with two people I’m working on a book with, where they are essentially very active reviewers. I like to write with enthusiasm, so I made a particular statement in the book. One person said they thought it was motivating — which was my intent — but the other person said it made them wary. I thought it was fascinating to get such different perspectives.
When I was meditating this morning I remembered going on a first date with a girl in high school. We went to a nice restaurant — it had tablecloths and silverware — I don’t currently remember the name of, and sat across from each other at a small, round table.
After a very short while a young boy came up to us and asked, “Are you on a first date?”
My date and I looked at him and said, “Yes, we are.” I started to look around to see where the boy came from, but I couldn’t figure that out.
“It’s okay if you sit closer to each other,” he said.
“Really,” we replied, looking at each other and smiling with surprise.
So I got up and moved my chair around the table until my date and I sat next to each other. “Is that good,” I asked.
“Much better,” he said. “This way you can hold hands.” And then he left.
“Better to be on the edge of a party, don’t you think?” I’m not very good with idle chit-chat in the middle of parties, but I enjoy good conversations around the edges.