The gentle, moving melodies of folk music. A sketch pad for the sole purpose of enjoyment. Green leaves floating outside the window. Sun streaming in. No where to be, no pressure to perform.
I talk (and write) a lot about searching for peace, wholeness, rest. I want to be in rhythm, balance, flow. Perhaps peace is not something you “find” but something you live.
Drinking deeply of quiet moments and letting them spill into every moment of movement.
This well isn’t hidden just out of reach, or at the end of a journey of suffering and dryness. It’s right here, available to each present breath.
Soak it into your being. Savor the sweet, calming flavor of contentment. Let the melodies of music and trees guide your agitated heart to a gentle sway.