Choosing Paths, Seeking Dark Light
Thoughts on the book “The Twelve Wild Swans” and the paths you can take on a spiritual journey. It’s basically a quest, with difficulties to overcome and helpers you encounter along the way.
Activities to keep the old bod from atrophying
Thoughts on the book “The Twelve Wild Swans” and the paths you can take on a spiritual journey. It’s basically a quest, with difficulties to overcome and helpers you encounter along the way.
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
How does one get unstuck? You know, that kind of stuck where you can’t seem to carve out enough time (or what you believe is enough time) to do a decent job at something so you do nothing.
On a recent walk, I decided to look for beauty in ice, which can be quite destructive. Such surroundings are bound to inspire thoughts of ice queens.
I was recently told that I must REALLY like bicycling to ride on days when the weather isn’t nice, in other word, when it’s rainy, snowy, cold, windy, hot, cloudy, etc. I couldn’t think of a way to explain why I prefer riding my bike to driving a car, at least not in a way…
As much as I love to walk my dogs or ride my bike at the park and on trails, one thing that bothers me (okay, truth, it downright annoys me) is that some people don’t seem to appreciate the privilege of having a touch of nature amongst the housing and business developments.