Perhaps one has to carve out space for a happy heart. Making room for those activities and practices that matter.
Breaking habits and cultivating new ones. Turning the airplane mode on at a certain time. Returning to loving moments.
These are the days where we never grow up. When the world is a make believe land that sometimes comes alive.
I sat listening to the water washing along the far drop below. My hair whipped around with the suns loving stand.
We found a pond that I slept along and woke to a few distant sounds.
A throw back pic from a trail hike with friends, we took the day and decided to play.
To stop in a track and look in another way is not an easy shift. Out of necessity I have enjoyed finding a balance beyond the compulsion.